Like all the missing pieces of my heart,

they finally collide.

Tonight again she couldn't sleep; wide awake in the middle of her sheets all messed around her naked body. The rhum this time did not help evade her nightmares, not like the days before. Maybe it was just a question of quantity; she should have polished the bottle, but she didn't. So she pays the price of being totally awake. Even the effects of the run seem to have evaporated already; this is defiantly not her night. She sighs before getting up from her bed, letting the sheets fall of from her body. The cold breeze caresses her sticky wet skin, like a lover touch. She tilts her head at the sound of a woman voice, she was screaming alright. She scoffs in disgust, the cries variant from high pitched pleasure or strong demands to fuck her. That is it; she needs to escape this house immediately. She turns around and grabs a pair of shorts and a tank top, swiftly putting on under garments, before placing over them her jogging uniform. She tiptoes past her brother's room where hell break loose, screams and the thundering sound of a bed hammering a wall, she can't help but simulated a gag reflex. She silently walks down the steps not wanting to wake Watson and Sherlock. Both pitbulls curled together in a odd fashion, their size did not help them at all. She grabs nothing more than her keys and closes the door. She does not bother to lock it, not with her two pitbulls.

she slowly get into her candy pink lotus, starting the engine as she sits down. The car rumbles on, then fades into soft purrs in idle. She presses the gaz petal softly, not wanting to wake anyone in the household. She drives in the darkness, looking for the closest park to jog in. Actually she wasn't only going to just jog; she wanted to practice her powers. She smiles as she sees one through the headlights on high. She approaches her car and parks it sideways, not really caring for the lines already on the asphalt. She opens the scissor doors before exiting her car. She reaches behind her sit to grab a bottle of gin, whisky, water bottle and her towel. She grabs her small bag and shoves everything in, finding her ipod in the bottom. She then closes the door and locks it with her distant remote, before shoving her keys into the bag. She started to jog a bit, taking her further away from the streets and deeper into the park. Her thoughts are unclear, hostile after meeting tobi again. The face of her ex lover, who stabbed her and sat there watching, that devilish smile there as he watch her scream in pain and bleed out. There was no escaping life, nor her past when it was firmly marked on her body like a tattoo.

She changes direction finding a more somber section, away from lights. She tosses her bag into the soft and thick grass, it landing with a muffled thump, because of the bottles or liquors. The bottles giving a soft cling before silence came back. The silence gives an eerie feeling to such a mute surrounding. She takes a deep breath, her chest heaving gentle. She placed her hands as if she was holding a ball; she concentrates wile closing her eyes. Magically smoke starts in the middle, then like gasoline on branches, it takes an explosion of flames. The fire settles in the middle, creating a ball of fire, it was defiantly alive. The flames dance, the way it twisted trying to break free from its invisible round cage. She holds it there, clearly refusing it from going out. Then a noise breaks her concentration and it goes up in a small cloud of smoke. Her eyes open cautious, staring down a small squirrel that must be the source of sound. She wasn't sure, she let a small puff of flames land near it, the critter squeaks before running away.

She smirks on this vile action she did, as if this was the first wrong thing she did. She knew it wasn't the first thing she did, she stepped over the bad line by drinking. The idea is alluring and she fetches the bottle of gin, she knew it was wrong but in these days, gave no particular shit about not quitting. After she took the 1/4 of the bottle, she puts it down. She took her ipod and the single speaker; the music erupted from the small machine with club music. Just like that she started to dance, in a more sensual way of a mix of Latin and hip-hop combined. Fire spurted out in ribbons, circling, twisting and wavering around her body, in tune with her dance. The ribbons of living fire brush against her legs, curling up to her hips then to her arms. She continues her moment of freedom, enticed by the music, to loud to hear footsteps of a man. Clearly this would attract his attention, ribbons of fire dancing along a girl body , with the booming noise of music.

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- Emma's lotus - Watson - Emma's Pendant - Emma's tattoo -

It's like I'm leaving all my past and silhouettes up on the wall.