17 (Evanna)

God Doesn't Spare Me Any Mercy

such a late update i-

srry guys, been working on my shifting script!

everyone go listen to crowded room by christian french and you & jennifer by bulow (with 2 dots above the "u" lmao) RIGHT NOW

chile, anyways

Eva (POV)-

My eyes slowly opened. It smelled like vanilla, and my face was in something warm. I twisted my head so I faced forwards instead of sideways, and I could just tell my neck was sore. The light in the room had gone down a little, and for a second... confusion.

What time is it?

But then it all came rushing back, and I gave a little gasp when I remember about Connor. He had cheated on me, and we were over. I was single. Single?!?! I was boring too, according to Connor. And Anna had sang me to sleep. A little snort from beside me made me realize there was an odd weight on my head.

Anna was asleep, I realized. On me. Do I wake her up? Let her sleep? I decided on just letting her sleep for a while longer, so I rolled out my neck a bit, popping a few sore places. Anna's head slipped off my head and slumped onto my shoulder, then slowly slid down my stomach and onto my lap. This resulted in a sleeping Anna facing me, her body slumped into an odd side position that I knew would cramp her when she woke up.

But I couldn't wake her up.

She looked so peaceful, and... cute, if I dare say. Her eyebrow flinched once in a while, and her breathing was even. Her lips had a little O where she exhaled from, and she would snort occasionally. Cute little snorts. But, everybody looked cute when they slept, so it wasn't just her being other worldly adorable. Nope. Well, except Connor. He would get all sweaty, and his hair would stick to his forehead and he snored too loud and just... no. Anna was such an adorable sleeper. I smiled thinking about this, and watching the rise and fall of her chest was calming. It was something steady I could rely on. Finally.

It was about 10 mins before a hair drifted its way onto Anna's nose. I so desperately wanted it to go away, it was blocking my view, so I blew on it a little. It wasn't long before she started to move her head a bit, and she yawned this cute little thing. I found myself urging her to hurry up and wake up, so I could see into the greens of her eyes.

Anna slowly opened her eyes. There they were. Twinkling with tender loving care, with a corner of pain, and sorrow, and suffering. I didn't expect her to hold so much pure, genuine love and- and pain in her eyes, but there it was. And then she noticed where she was and with who and a wall shut off all that love and happiness, trapping it behind a maze of hard, dark, and long nothingness.

She jumped off me so quick she whipped me with her hair, and she hopped to her feet, sliding her feet into her Uggs.

"Jesus." I muttered under my breath. Anna didn't hear me.

"Are you okay? Cus of what Connor did?" She asked, stuffing her hands in her pockets. Gee, thanks for reminding me.

"No." I simply said, glaring up at her. I was still mad.

"Okay. Thats fine. Hey, why do you keep looking at me like that?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows. I was taken aback with the question. Shouldn't it be obvious?

"Um, you did something to Cynthia?" I brought up. Duh. Anna frowned and scratched her head with her finger.

"I did what?" She asked. Anna was so stupid, oh my god.

"You said something to hurt her or something. She was super quiet the rest of that night at the bar." I explained. Anna turned away, and a hurt expression flashed over her face, before it was nonchalant again.