(( IhonestlyhavenoideawhatI’mdoingnow-
I’m just going to start off with innocent Matilda and go from there ))
Matilda was visibly shaking, her usally bright eyes dimmed. She had lost track of most things, and everything was just a sort of blurry void, as though she needed glasses to see, and didn’t have the glasses. Long cuts covered a majority of her body, no place really unscathed. The pain made her want to scream, but with the way she was, she was willing to forgive. That was her weakness, she couldn’t hold a grudge, or even really get mad at anyone. Her mind wasn’t really filled with anger, just confusion. Why? What had she done? Just thinking of that made tears start to stream down her cheeks, the water mixing with the blood of open wounds, creating a sort of pinkish shade. It almost made her want to throw up, but she had accepted it in a sort of way, wrapping her arms around herself, trying to avoid any cuts, as even if they were just lightly tapped, she would begin to almost scream in pain. She would not be surprised if they were infected, however, she just stayed quiet for now, staring at the locked door that was in front of her, longing for something to take away her boredom, even if it was just for a millisecond.