<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wandering the Hallways<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 4th, 9:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hijack<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Tess is wandering aimlessly and occasionally mumbling to herself.<br/><hr/>With her arms out at her sides, parallel to the floor, Tess wandered the hallways aimlessly in a pair of skinny jeans, an over-sized, dark gray sweater, and a pair of dirty, old Converse sneakers. She stepped one foot in front of the other, following the seams on the hardwood floor as if she was on a tightrope.<strong>"<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">I should've done it again and said nothing,</span>"</strong>she mumbled to herself in the seemingly empty halls.<strong>"<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">It's too late now. It's been too long,</span>"</strong>she added, as if she was quietly scolding herself.<br/><br/>Her arms and torso leaned side to side slightly as she tried to keep her balance, keeping her eyes down at her feet.<strong>"<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Maybe he didn't hear me.</span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"> I hope he didn't hear me.</span>"</strong>Her voice became quieter as she got lost further into thought, losing track of the world around her as she played through scenarios in her mind. Would he go tell people and make her into a joke? What if he didn't hear her and thought she was just ignoring him? Why did she have to be so socially awkward?! No one prepared her for this. She never allowed herself to experience anything while she was growing up. Sure, she had the occasional crush in elementary school, but a boy calling her pretty was nothing compared to a man calling her beautiful... especially now. Her fingertips found her right cheek, behind her bangs, and gently traced the "M" that had been burned onto her face.<br/><br/><strong>"<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">He didn't see it. He couldn't have, or he wouldn't have said it,</span>"</strong>she mumbled to herself as she stopped walking. She stood in the middle of the hallway, her head still lowered and her right hand behind her bangs. She was lost in thought, her mind playing back the memory of when she got that mark. She had lived through it over and over for nine straight days. It was the worst pain she had ever felt in her life and one of the longest episodes she had ever had. She could still smell her own burning flesh as he marked her one line at a time while her mother pleaded for him to just let her go.<br/><br/><strong>"<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">I won't do it again,</span>"</strong>she mumbled softly, her eyes glazed over as she seemingly stared at the floor not too far ahead of her.