by S⊕ul » Mon Aug 22, 2011 3:10 pm
Iz re-opened the door to her room. Her bed wa upturned, the desk chair tipped over, a bedside lamp on the floor, the light bulb broken, her bed sheets shrewn all over the place, and other stuff. Her room looked terrible. The only things that didn't seem to have been touched was the laptop on her desk, and the small flatscreen tv.
It's lonely to be more powerful than any man you know and have to live like a shadow. To be special and have to pretend you're a fool. You feel trapped. Like your whole life has been planned out for you and you have no control over anything, and sometimes you don't even know if what destiny decided is...really the best thing at all.-Merlin