histórias de Rossodonavan

//Egobang\\ "If only there was a mute button, for people." //Rubberdoop-Razzaross\\

Dan took moment to look Ross over, now that there was better light. His hair was a mess and he had bags under his eyes, but he seemed so jumpy. Almost as if he had taken large amounts of caffeine. There was this odd smell in the room Dan couldn't place and he had the faintest taste of iron in his mouth. Dan closed the door behind the two of them. When he stepped back into where Ross was, he froze. What he saw knocked him out of his sleepy daze. Red splattered across his wet hoodie and shirt. That explains the iron, and Dan rubbed his eyes to make sure fatigue wasn't playing a trick on him. "I may have just committed-" his voice sounded dry and scratchy like he was parched or something "committed murder."

His body felt numb. His thoughts were too jumbled and fuzzy to properly think about anything in particular. He shouldn't sleep. He CAN'T sleep. He doesn't want to go through it again, doesn't want to kill someone for a second time- "Arin?" Dan's voice broke Arin out of his thoughtless trance. Right. They have to record today. (cover art by me :D)

"The red-head's name was Emma and she was 17 years old and the chubby brunette was named Anna, who was 13. These two girls were sisters. They also made me instantly like them. It was because they were themselves and they didn't appear to care about what anyone thought. It was like them saying: "Here's what you're gonna get and if you don't like it, kindly go and fuck yourself."