<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/IeNCvSU.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Roxi Reed</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hallway<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jackson D. Blum<br/><hr/><br/>Roxi's stick halted in mid air as she herd the voice come from around the corner, she didnt have to look up to see who it was. Jack had some how gotten under her skin in the few minutes together and now she was sure that fate was truly being cruel to her. She kept her head down but could hear in his low voice, the underlay of hurt he was feeling that she had ran out on him. Her swollen ankle was nothing to the swell of her heart at the thought of putting him through that kinda pain of rejection, but she had too because she was broken. No one could fix her, months of talking with doctors and professionals and the tears her aunt shed so she could open up and let out what had happened that night plagued her. Sleeping was hard for awhile till the doctors gave her medicine for her anxiety. Drumming was only the one real outlet she had and her aunt set her up in the guest house so she could bang at anytime she wanted to without waking the whole house as well as to give her space. She didnt mind closing herself off from others it was more to shield her heart then anything else. She didnt have any friends at DWMA. they had cold nicknames her but she let them roll off her. She didnt care what they thought, till now. She found herself wrestling with the idea of telling Jack everything, but years of silence had kept her mouth shut.<br/><br/>Roxi pulled herself up and stuck her sticks in her back pocket working the nerve to look at the man that drove her heart into a fit of rapid beats pure minute. For years she had thought the old muscle in her chest had died with her father, but now with him so close to her she could feel it almost pumping out of her ribcage. Her puffy eyes met his and she could see the mask he pulled over him like before when she first entered the classroom. She could relate to him, she wore her own expressionless face but she was having a hard time sliding it on with him in front of her. She couldnt do this to him, she was shattered into a million pieces nothing could make her whole again. She had a few people try and 'fix' her, but trusting them was hard. She didnt know if she could trust Jack, she was scared to show him the ugly pieces of her life. Rejecting him now would be easier now then later on down the line when she found herself lov.... She mentally shook herself, no she couldnt love anyone anymore. She couldnt take the pain that came with it. She turned her head away and turned her back on him gathering the courage and backbone to lie to him. "Took you long enough... I figured someone would have told you by now that Im the drummer who has to beat out her own heart beat...." Her voice was low and had icy edge. "I was surprised you fell so fast for me..." She could feel the prickle of tears in her eyes and she swallowed the lump in her throat. The spiteful words tasted foul on her lips and she wished them back with every second they both stood there. "You were just a flavor of the day, make this your first lesson here at DWMA. No one is who they say they are..." She could feel the dam she had built around herself start to crumble and so she started to move away, walking on her sprained leg to get away faster but staying close enough to the wall to support her as she made her escape. She abandoned her boot and hissed with each step she took to the nurses ward, blaming her tears on that then the ache in her heart .