Moxee shrugged as she asked, “I might as well try to get something done.”  Biting the inside of her lip she asked, “You know the next time I can see my kid?  Or do I talk to Amelia about that junk?”  She had missed Marvel and craved to have her in her arms again.

Thomas was already more than bored with her. “I mean you can always leave if you want.” Thomas didn’t believe in forcing someone to talk if they didn’t want to. Moxee probably had problems upon problems that she needed to work through but Thomas wasn’t going to force her open. He was a therapist, not a baby sitter.

,“The Earth is your womb, Aristi Chthonia.”(x)

there’s a dead girl inside me. i can feel her rattling around, her lungs choked with loss, heart pounding like wardrums. she had a laugh like summer rain until the world tore it away. (little girls who wish on stars don’t last long on the ground.) there’s a dead girl inside me and i’m the one who killed her.

KILLER QUEEN | M.J. (via fairytalesques)

Moxee listened to him as she sighed, “But that’s so boring.  Why would we talk about my feeling and shit.  I was abused and held captive for 6 years.  I like to set fire to things.  That’s it.”  She didn’t really see how therapy would help her since just talking about it would trigger her flashbacks and wouldn’t change what happened to her.

Thomas relaxed after a moment  when he heard her talk, she wasn’t going to be a problem. She might try to be but she seemed sassy at best, Thomas could work with sassy. “It’s just therapy, you talk to me about how you’re feeling and such or if you don’t want to volunteer information I can ask you questions.” He sat back. “Or we could just chill for an hour if you don’t feel like talking, I can’t really force you to make words.”

It was nice knowing that Sorin was going to support her.  Knowing that someone cared about her.  Moxee was normally just called a bitch but Sorin was so sweet and kind to her.  It felt good to have a friend.

Sorin just have her a small nod and a squeeze, letting Moxee know that she was there for her if she needed her to be. Moxee meant a lot to the young girl, since she now saw the older female as a mother. 

Moxee accepted the hug as she squeezed Sorin back. It hurt so much sometimes to remember that her children were dead and that she was the cause. But if she wasn't kidnapped she wouldn't have any children. "Thank you," she whispered as she held back tears but knew she wouldn't crying in front of Sorin.

Once she heard of what happened, Sorin reached over and gave her new friend a hug, squeezing her shoulders lightly. She didn’t know what it was like to lose such people, but she could only imagine how hard it would be for a mother to lose her children. Then again, what did she know? Hers left her out of choice. 

"Yeah.  It’s nice to finally see you paying attention,” she said with a big smile.  Moxee knew that this guy didn’t like her but not many people did.  So he would just have to join the line of people who wanted to punch her.  “So, what the Hell are we supposed to do in sessions anyway?  My old doctor didn’t do much,” she asked.  Sid was great but they hadn’t talked about her therapy at all.

Thomas felt one of his eyebrows go up as he looked at the girl in his office. Fucking bitch He thought as he smiled at her. “Moxee right? Hello I’m Doctor Meyer, nice to meet you.” He hoped that he wouldn’t feel the need to kill this girl, he couldn’t remember what he file said at the moment but he wasn’t going to tolerate rudeness. Thomas had had his fill of attitude with Katrina and Cicero. He would get this girl out of his life as soon as she entered if she was going to be rude.

Moxee bit her lip as she thought if she should tell Sorin what happened to them.  ‘Um, Ei au trecut mai departe,’ she admitted with a sigh as she showed her the text.  It was difficult to tell anyone about her children.  The saddest thing was her children died by her hands because she was forced to.  But the mother stayed strong as she wrote more, ‘Ele sunt într- un loc mai bun acum.’  At least she hoped so since she was an Atheist.

Sorin paused for a little while as she read over the text, “Ce sa întâmplat cu ei?” She couldn’t tell if Moxee meant that they simply weren’t around or maybe that something horrible had happened to hem. Either way, Sorin wanted to be around for her friend should something like that have happened. 

afraid // the neighbourhood

Moxee nodded as she heard what Sorin said.  Getting out of google translate she pulled up her pictures and showed Sorin pictures of Marvel.  Some of her at parks, with her care-taker, and with Moxee.  She did her best to not tear up as she exited and went back to google, ‘Am avut alte trei copii.  Au plecat acum.  Numele au fost Wednesday, Flynn, și Plum.’

“Ea este drăguță.” Sorin smiled back, happy that Moxee went of the topic of her burns. She didn’t want to worry Moxee more than she probably already was. When Sorin heard the daughter’s age, though, she was a bit surprised at how young Moxee was when she had her. Then again, Sorin’s mother was only 18 when she had her, so she supposed it wasn’t too odd. 

Moxee frowned knowing it was something to worry about.  That someone out there hurt Sorin and deserved to be hurt back.  But she didn’t want to pester Sorin right now.  Laughing lightly she wrote on her phone, ‘Numele fiicei mele este Marvel.  Ea este de trei ani.  Are părul blond buclat.  O iubesc foarte mult.’  The mother smiled as she thought about her daughter.  It was difficult to explain someone you love but have only met once.

“Sunt bine , nu vă faceți griji!” Sorin grinned at the other girl, tugging her shirt over the bandages, “Să nu vorbim despre asta. E dezgustător.” She shook her head and made a slight face of disgust at it, “Spune-mi despre fiica ta în loc!” Sorin propped her hands behind her head, glancing up at Moxee.”

Hearing that Moxee’s jaw dropped.  That was horrid.  She couldn’t have gotten those scars by doing it herself.  It wasn’t in the right area for that.  It pained her to see her friend hurt like that.  At least now she knew it wasn’t someone at Thornewood.  ‘Cine a făcut asta pentru tine?’ she wrote, concern riddled all over her face.

“Am arsuri mari. Despre sapte..? Cred că erau trei grade.” Sorin would’t tell Moxee how she got the burns. It wasn’t, well, she had always been told it wasn’t right to tell others who hurt you, and so she saw no point in it. Clearly, she was wrong and she should be letting others know what happened, but it simply wasn’t what she was told. Of course, this was her stepmother’s doing. 

Moxee laughed as she started poking Sorin in other places like her side and legs.  Blushing a little bit she whispered, “Thank you.”  Seeing the gauze she tilted her head and asked on her phone, ‘Care sunt bandajele pentru pentru?’  Hopefully she wasn’t hurt and if she was the person who caused it better be out of Thornewood.  No one would hurt Sorin on her watch.

Sorin nodded and smiled as Moxee spoke to her, green eyes squinting once Moxee poked her nose. Her hands went up to cover her face, though it left her mouth exposed so that she could stick her tongue out at the older girl. “Sunteti, probabil, o mamă uimitoare.” She then stretched her arms out far above her head, a tiny groan escaping her lips, her shirt riding up on her stomach. Though, it’s not like it showed skin considering the layer of gauze she had on

Moxee chuckled lightly as Sorin let out the little puff.  ‘Poate.  Dar dragostea noastră este mai mult ca dragostea de familie,’ she wrote with a smile.  She knew that Sorin was adorable and someone in Thornewood was bound to like her.  They would have to go through Moxee first and prove that they were worthy of Sorin.  Seeing that smiling face again she poked the tip of Sorin’s nose, “Boop.”

Allowing her eyes to close as Moxee pet her hair, Sorin merely let our a little puff of air to show her irritation at the topic. “Vreau să te iubesc doar și nu vă faceți griji despre restul.” Stretching out her arms, Sorin let out  a tiny yawn before uncovering her face and looking up at her, a smile on her face. Moxee was so sweet to her, and she didn’t understand why– The only other female she had ever met really hated her, so, Moxee was different, but it was a very good different.