everyone said that nails were painted to suit someone's mood. but her nails were always painted black. {{book 4}}

sometimes the scars were there, sometimes they weren't. it all depended on the concealer. {{book 3}}

she'd disappear with strange men and return an hour later, her lipstick smeared and eyes damp with tears. {{book 2}}

she'd glide on her mascara, using her hair to cover up the badly masked bruise on her face. {{book 1}}

crum·ble verb break or fall apart into small fragments, especially over a period of time as part of a process of deterioration. [ SEQUEL TO INSANITY ]

"Hey Mackenzie?" Luke calls from the door. "Yeah?" "When you were on the phone with Michael, did you tell him to come in and find us?" "No, why?" Luke is silent for a moment, and when he speaks again, his voice is cold and full of fear. "Then um.." He stops, and I look up at him in confusion. He's staring down into the area we just came from, stance rigid. "Then who's that standing at the end of the hall?" 2014 @ psychxtichemmings