Jazz glared at Angel, gripping her wounded shoulder. She growled and waited for the next attack. Her eyes went wide as Erika kept thinking of
death, but she kept her gaze on Angel
((OH! I hope to God he gets better!

ill pray for him!))
I may look happy, but honestly dear,
the only way I'll really smile
is if you cut me ear to ear.
-Chelsea Smile, Bring Me the Horizon :]
