Quinn's fingers curled around the heavy book in their hand. Cassandra had pointed it out to them earlier and they had been trying to work up the courage to actually open it. If you ignore something about yourself it'll go away right? Maybe this was all just a bad dream, but then again Randall was alive and seemed to be okay. They sigh, tracing the tip of their finger across the title of the book once more, 'The Sight', it couldn't actually be a thing right? They take another small breath and open the book.
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Quinn had found a quiet space among all of the books Cassanda had spread throughout her home and had managed to engross themselves into the book for a while. Their eyes pass over a sentence, 'The sight is a gift to those who are closer to the boundary then others', and they abruptly shut the book. "Some gift, as if seeing things should be considered a blessing. It's just a good way to get yourself locked up," Quinn muttered, pinching the bridge of their nose, "this has to be a load of bull, there's no way I could be... It just can't… I can't" They sigh leaning back against a wall, "I'm nothing special… it's all just got to be stress from school right?" There had to be a logical explanation for everything they were seeing right? Spirits are just made up to scare little kids, but then again Randy is a werewolf and Cassandra is a witch. So if those are real then spirits and ghosts could be real too? Quinn groans, trying to fight off a headache. They didn't ask for this, but it seems to be the reality they're living in now. The main question they wanted to answer was 'Why now?' Because of all the times for them to have a mental breakdown, winter quarter of collage was totally the best time right? They eye the book hesitantly before slowly opening it up and then slamming it shut, deciding they needed some air.
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Quinn found themselves pacing the boardwalk, a lit cigarette in their hand, staring out at the water. There was just too much to try to take in all at once and this habit seemed slightly less worry some, considering Cassandra had taken both the gun and knife from their backpack. "Gods Quinn, just what mess have you made this time?" They mutter, taking a long drag and slowly blowing the smoke out. They watch the smoke curl up into the sky for a moment before closing their eyes. It looked similar to the shadow that had been following them around until recently. Maybe Cassandra's cleanse worked for the big one, but that still didn't help with the other whips that stood just out of sight. They take another hit, leaning against the railing, their eyes trained on the dark water swirling below the boardwalk. You could always just jump, not like anything is keeping you here right? Quinn flinches at the thought, but leans forward slightly all the same. Their hand grips the railing tightly before they slowly lean back, taking another hit from their cigarette, thinking back 'I have friends… they would care… I think...'. They slowly move away from the railing, flicking the last of their cigarette away. I... don't want to hurt them, so if that was your ploy at getting me to jump you'll have to try better next time. They think, a small grin on their face, and they silently make their way back towards the shops.
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Quinn had found a quiet space among all of the books Cassanda had spread throughout her home and had managed to engross themselves into the book for a while. Their eyes pass over a sentence, 'The sight is a gift to those who are closer to the boundary then others', and they abruptly shut the book. "Some gift, as if seeing things should be considered a blessing. It's just a good way to get yourself locked up," Quinn muttered, pinching the bridge of their nose, "this has to be a load of bull, there's no way I could be... It just can't… I can't" They sigh leaning back against a wall, "I'm nothing special… it's all just got to be stress from school right?" There had to be a logical explanation for everything they were seeing right? Spirits are just made up to scare little kids, but then again Randy is a werewolf and Cassandra is a witch. So if those are real then spirits and ghosts could be real too? Quinn groans, trying to fight off a headache. They didn't ask for this, but it seems to be the reality they're living in now. The main question they wanted to answer was 'Why now?' Because of all the times for them to have a mental breakdown, winter quarter of collage was totally the best time right? They eye the book hesitantly before slowly opening it up and then slamming it shut, deciding they needed some air.
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Quinn found themselves pacing the boardwalk, a lit cigarette in their hand, staring out at the water. There was just too much to try to take in all at once and this habit seemed slightly less worry some, considering Cassandra had taken both the gun and knife from their backpack. "Gods Quinn, just what mess have you made this time?" They mutter, taking a long drag and slowly blowing the smoke out. They watch the smoke curl up into the sky for a moment before closing their eyes. It looked similar to the shadow that had been following them around until recently. Maybe Cassandra's cleanse worked for the big one, but that still didn't help with the other whips that stood just out of sight. They take another hit, leaning against the railing, their eyes trained on the dark water swirling below the boardwalk. You could always just jump, not like anything is keeping you here right? Quinn flinches at the thought, but leans forward slightly all the same. Their hand grips the railing tightly before they slowly lean back, taking another hit from their cigarette, thinking back 'I have friends… they would care… I think...'. They slowly move away from the railing, flicking the last of their cigarette away. I... don't want to hurt them, so if that was your ploy at getting me to jump you'll have to try better next time. They think, a small grin on their face, and they silently make their way back towards the shops.