Destiny | 17 | Mood: Lost | Tagged: Open
Destiny awoke on the side of the forest, the faint noise of cars and the smell of tar drowning her nose. She groaned, coughing a bit from the smoke resting in her lungs from the fire she ran from the other night. She then realized her clothes were ripped and gross, sliding off of her like she was to skinny to take it. She sighed, the scar on her back still aching for it was still healing.
Destiny awoke on the side of the forest, the faint noise of cars and the smell of tar drowning her nose. She groaned, coughing a bit from the smoke resting in her lungs from the fire she ran from the other night. She then realized her clothes were ripped and gross, sliding off of her like she was to skinny to take it. She sighed, the scar on her back still aching for it was still healing.










