TheClosetKidnapper

Jace I sigh and look at the window, trying to remember what I've heard of Greek mythology, "Wasn't he... a messenger or something? A thief?"

Heading off for the night. Horrible headache on top of everything else. Adios.

Jace I ignore the new message from Nic, already knowing what it would be, "I didn't grow up that way... so i can't relate. For me, I've just been able ...

Jace I study her again before shifting uncomfortably and looking down, "Productive ADHD."

S'fine. YWS went down for me for a few minutes anyway.

*nods* Cool. Well, good luck with it all.

Jace I nod and shrug, "I'm a pacifist... more or less. Everything that's happened to me, I've pushed aside. It doesn't matter much to me. I'm still alive. That's all ...

It should. And cool. Sounds like a good idea. You can have electronics out during school? We're not allowed to have anything out after the bell rings in the morning ...

Jace I move to the bed where Rayah lies still and take her hand, hoping she won't get sick. Taking a deep breath, I look down at my phone again, ...

You'll never know. ;) And thank you.

Jace I glance at Rayah before looking down at my phone, reading over the last message from Nic. I have bad luck with fathers... "My father... the one I knew... ...

Jace I shake my head, "I don't do fighting. Not unless it's for the ones I love."

I'll remember that. And I still really really don't feel good, so I don't know how long I'll be on.

Jace I study her before looking down, "So? What does that mean?"

Aw. Okay. MM, post. Now. I'm tired, frustrated, and I don't feel good; I want something to go right this week.