I glance at her after she swears and wonder what to make of it. I'd never been an open book to people, but do I really come off as one? Looking away, I sigh and close my eyes for a moment as images pass through my mind. A chill travels down my spine, the only image I can make out being that of fangs...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I nod. "Okay then." I glance around, thinking. I look at the time. 30 more minutes. Great. 30 more minutes to die of thirst. I look back at him. "You alright? You look like you've seen a ghost," I chuckle, noticing how pale he's gotten.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!