by Smile For You » Mon Jul 07, 2014 12:59 pm
Ellissa shook her head, sighing. "I'm fine. I'm good. I can take care of myself, thank you." Her voice contained slight traces of sarcasm. She turned around as examined the wreckage. The smell if blood was thick. The smell of death was thicker. She plucked a small piece of metal from the pile and tore of the hem of her shirt. She dropped to the floor and tied the metal to her ankle, making a splint. "See? Fine." She grabbed another piece, much longer, and used it to help her up. She started to use it as a walking stick from then on.
I am currently:
VERY BUSY.
Or lying...
A song to describe my life? Free ~ Rudimental