The Ghosts of Beverly Drive

Walk | Talk | Think

His stammering response came out and she struggled to not roll her eyes as she let out a sigh. She wanted to snap at him to just spit it out, but with how nervous he already appeared to be, she didn’t imagine it would help much. He next spoke his name and she nodded. “I’m Antigone Dellis.” She replied, her voice held a hint of sharpness to it, but she made no move to close in on him. While she enjoyed a fight, she was not necessarily one to attack without reason, and thus far, he had given her no reason to wish him harm. “Now, if you aren’t ill, then why were you laying there on the ground as though you’ve given up?” She was one who loved to be in charge, to tell others what to do, and if that meant giving harshly worded pep talks to strangers, then she would do it. It was an unconscious decision, but one that she was ready to get into. She couldn’t stand the sight of others laying around and just giving in, but it did not come from a place of compassion. It was simply a pet peeve of hers.