Diana Thompson hides behind a capable facade. One that's also strict and a little coarse. In reality, she's frightened, all of it is something she uses to deal with a past so shocking she'd never reveal it to anyone.
She was born in a town called Ri...
Hatred is the most severely damaging mental condition. It poisons the body, and its effects are virtually irreversible
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⍟Levi
||New York||
6:11 am
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"Levi, wake your ass up!" Phoebe yells, jumping on my bed. Slowly and reluctantly, I uncover my face. I sit up, drag my feet off the bed, and rub my knuckles into my eyes. Last night after venting to Phoebe, we went back to my house to reminisce. Her being my best friend, I thought it was only right she'd come to stay with me during her time in New York.
"Why the fuck are you waking me up so early Phoebe?" I grumbled, stretching my arms above my head and yawn.
"Because it's time for you to get up so we can go work out."
"Fuck no. Who the hell works out in the cold?"
"We do, it's our thing remember." She says, ruffing up my hair.
"Phoebe if you haven't noticed one of my legs is gone, I can't work out with one leg."
Phoebe places her hands on her hips, giving me the look. "Yes you do have one leg, so what. Last time I checked, after you got your leg amputated you had to do a lot of physical therapy. And physical therapy involves workouts, therefore get dressed before I hurt you."
I groaned. "Seriously, can't we just stay inside the house."
"No. You've been in this house long enough."
"Oh God, fine. Get out so I can get dressed."
She smiles. "Good, meet me in the kitchen when you're done." She says before leaving my room. Once she leaves, I do my morning routine before slipping into a pair of black sweatpants and layer a gray tank top before putting on my black jacket. Grabbing my running prosthetic, I adjusted it to my thigh and put on my sneakers.
Walking to the kitchen, Phoebe was in the middle of making a green shake.
"Did you add some cabbage?" I asked.
"Yup, just how you like it." Phoebe places the shake into a cup and passes it to me. Taking the cup I cogged down the liquid.
