<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine  Evens<br/><strong>Time</strong>:About eight months ago<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Jack<br/>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=64839816)<br/><br/>Elena flinched as she heard his voice behind her, as casual and awake as ever. He didn't even yell at her, she waited for it waited for something to come at her. She turned pressing her back against the door as he moved to the kitchen. Part of her couldn't figure out his game. Why didn't he get mad? Why didn't he just grab her and...and...something?<strong>"Air...yeah."</strong>she said her teeth grinding as she slipped towards the balcony instead. She stopped as he asked about breakfast,<strong>"I don't think I can eat. I already feel sick." </strong>she said and fussed with the door for a moment. Sliding the balcony door open and slipping out onto it.<br/><br/>The cool air made her jerk as it worked across her heated body. Was she running a temperature? Elena didn't knew she was going through withdrawals. But she had no idea they would get this bad. Wrapping her arms around her she looked out over the complex. Could she really do this? She just wanted to cry, the pain was so bad she'd do anything to make it stop. Leaning against the sliding door she slide down till she was sitting on the concrete floor of the balcony. Pulling her knees up she rested her head on her knees as her body shook. Looking back over her shoulder she looked to Jack. Elena sat there trying to figure out if she was really strong enough to do this. She already felt like she was coming apart and it was only day 2.