fauxbrunette
the light bulb shown high over Thomas' head. it made him sweat. he wanted to talk, but he wouldn't, he couldn't. no matter what. the man in the suit slapped him again. "Speak, bitch! Speak! Tell me what we need to know, and then maybe ill think about not killing you." but Thomas stayed silent.
She's level headed, me parents would say. she's got a good head on her shoulders. But do they know me? Really? I have nothing level in my life. Level is foreign. It's all a wreck. But on the outside I play nice little, innocent, perfect daughter with a "good head on my shoulders" Hell, if they knew what went on in my head, they would know I have NOTHING but a good one. Definitely not level headed.