𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊

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As the jet finally lands, she walks down the stairs, taking a breath of fresh air. “Ah— it’s so good to be back!”

“Oh goodness, how long has it been?”

» I’m really sorry for the inactivity, guys. :( Life has been quite a pain and my mental health especially hasn’t been too good — but don’t worry about me too much. I hope all of you are doing well & I wish I could write with you guys again soon. ‘Til next time, Polaris 💗

“...I’ll try.”

“I think so? There’s this party at Michael’s.”

Her eyes light up as her lips spread into a smile. She hugs her father as if she were still a little girl— ah, some things don’t change after all. “You’re the best, dad!”

“I’m sorry!!” :(((((

Aaaand the laughter dies. “WHAT? OH COME ON IT WAS FUNNY!” :(

“I’m your daughter.” Tries to hold back a laugh anyway... and fails eventually. Cue the wheezing. Again.

WHEEZING.

Mmm— how could she forget? Happy Halloween, lovelies. (Ft. One of her best friends; she hopes her boyfriend doesn’t get too jealous... speaking of, how is he? Did Peter /actually/ dress as himself for Halloween?)

Deep inhale.

She struggles to breathe as her own fingers pull harshly against the strands of her hair. Her eyes are a shade of crimson, cheeks damp with tears as her body rocks back and forth. “Make it stop, /please/ make it stop.” She begs to no one.

She enters the facility with several bruises on her arms and face. Her lip is bleeding, too. She swears she’s okay—

Sneezes. Looks like Karla’s sick.

Shrugs. “What?” :D

» I’m not okay

“Steve.” HAHAHAHA.