Casey Riverstone

imstuckinabodythstsnotmineiripatskinthstisntminebutacorpseimforcetopuppetierimnotthemasterbutsomeonesslave

*I take another step closer. My gun is now aimed directly at you. I'm not playing around. I'm not going to let you get the drop on me.* I'm asking the questions here.

shoot me then

*My finger is on the trigger. I'm ready to pull it. But I don't. I can't. I'm not a cold-blooded killer. I'm just trying to survive. I lower my gun again and take a deep breath.*

*I was still hurt and confused. I didn't know what to say. I was just staring at you, trying to process everything. I didn't know if I should be angry or upset.*

*I roll my eyes, leaning back against a tree* sleeping. Obviously. What does it look like I'm doing? also, if you take one more step, you're gonna get in my trap.

*My expression doesn't change, my gaze is cold.* Because this isn't a request. It's an order. *I take a slow, deliberate step forward.*

*spits* shut up you fat pig

*I stare at you, my eyes narrowing. My grip on the gun tightens and my knuckles turn white. I'm about to pull the trigger when I hear a voice calling my name. I look up to see Harper running towards us.*

*I pull out a knife and hold it to her gyatt*