Sitting;;Alone::OPEN!::Lost;;In;;A;Sea-of-thoughts

[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

Life's a bitch.
No matter how much you cram for a test or suck up to your teachers they still reward you with a big fat Troll. Wouldn't it be just wonderful to dream about a life you wanted to live in a just go for it. Being a normal Muggle would certainly be better at this point.
No one would silently trip you down the hallways, or hex you while your back is turned. Not that Muggle humiliation is any better, but it was a hell of a lot better than Wizarding. Wizards have a cruel sense of humor. Including the particularly nasty ones usually residing in the Slytherin house.
Frankly Olivia Ryall was sick of the seventh years pushing fourth's down the moving staircase. Or hanging a first year twenty feet suspended in the air by his boxers. Fighting fire with fire left you with singed fingertips and you more frustrated than normal. All she wanted was some kind of peace then the, he said, she said, he died.
Normal.
The very thing she hated is what she yearned for.
A friend. Her boyfriend. Someone to hold her and tell her it was alright. That she'd make it out in one piece. If only it was that easy.
These are the thoughts that spewed forth into the depths of her mind leaving singe marks sinking into the cracks of her skull. As she sprawled her body onto the bath room floor listening to the trickle of water from a leaky faucet. Gripping a loose tile with her hand she rubbed it closing her eyes.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Dripppp, drip.

[Karmina Black]

Walking the lonely corridors was one particular girl, whom decided it best to dodge everyone on that day. She was in denial. About everything, and not one of them could she place a finger on. She couldn't even grasp the concept of being in denial, she was in so much denial. She just needed to swim in her own mind for a while, shoving out everything that seemed to be corkscrewing it's way into her brain.

It was a horrible feeling to experience, and she was ready to bury her thoughts that were causing her this terrible pain in the pit of her stomach, and her brain. It was time to gain control of all the memories she had left. Everything that was happy in her past... 'It's time to chill' Her thoughts came in rushed waves of torment, causing her brain to scream with pressure, and stress that never seemed to drown out.

So, instead of going to the Shrieking Shack, like she normally did to get away from everything, and everyone... Karmina Mikala Black decided to go to Moaning Murtle's bathroom. Nice place right? Well... if no Slytherin's were in there... which she was praying that there would be none. Karma let a sigh escape her lips, pushing her fingers throughout the many long layers of her hair, disentangling it from the tangles that might have formed throughout the uncomprehendingly long, and stressful day.

Finally getting her hand out of her curly hair, she pushed the door open, and it immediately flew open, letting her enter the depth of the eerie bathroom in which the ghost, Murtle, now occupied in. It almost felt like a dark, damp dwelling... although it was obvious that it looked nothing like a home. It was just the odd feeling it brought to you as you looked around the jacked up bathroom.

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[Olivia Zariah Ryall]

Olivia turned over lying flat on her stomach a pang of awkwardness hanging in the air. "Who's there?" She frowned peering behind the sinks, watching as a pair of legs walked through the bathroom door. Murtle, though had been quiet apon her entry appeared with a pop next to her. "My!" The ghost muffled Olivia's shock with a wispy hand covering her mouth. Of course this wouldn't stop her but the sheer shock of it left her with without words. "The real question is why are you on the floor, when she is up there. Tee, hee." Murtle giggled soaring upward and slinked down the drain of the sink in front of Olivia. "That girl has some strange habits." She muttered to herself standing again.

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