"You have a gift, Max." -Life Is Strange RP -Crossovers Welcome -More Info Below

She crushes the cigarette under her boot and adjusts the guitar case over her shoulder, heading down the street.

"Morning." Yawns.

As the wind blows passed her hair, she looks over the graveyard, overgrown and wild, tombstones fallen, long forgotten, as were the people here.

Her fingers brush over the vegetation of the overgrown church.

To sink my teeth into you, make the pain you cause in me physical, to scream out in fury as the tears stream down my face. I'm a monster burdened by grief, fueled by rage, born from trauma. I'm not okay. I never have been.

She flips a table in an old building, grabbing old bottle and throwing them against the wall, a primal yell leaving her.

She leans back in a chair, kicking her feet up and smoking a cigarette.

Laying on her back, staring at the stars, features blank