Savannah after opening a few to many doors and seeing things she wish she could unsee and hearing things that she was sure the people hoped no one else would ever hear as she struggled to find Christopher the rage inside her was building up inside her.
Savannah heard grunts coming from the training which she could only assume were from Christopher on the account of how cocky they sounded
She started to plan inside her head of how she was going to do it yell at him try and talk some sense into him tell him what happened after he left but she decided against it she stormed in the room and saw his idiotic smirk
Savannah swung her fist at Christopher as hard as she could she felt the crack of his jaw under her hand
HA
Savannah swung her hair and stormed out that felt so good ... why did that feel so good. Savannah stated to head down the hall and felt her hand thumping the adrenaline of her hit had worn of and she now felt it. In her rage Savannah had forgot her form he technique and had dislocated her wrist
"FUCK"
she carried her wrist down the stairs and eventually found herself in the kitchen why was she in the kitchen she thought to herself
she stood up onto her tippy toes and grabbed a glass from the top cupboard
and poured herself a glass of water and went and sat at the table.
why did i slap Christopher
Savannah thought she knew this would make for one awkward conversation with Christopher later on. why did he always have to do things like this.She always complicated things she was such a drama queen. Savannah knew this had to stop. she hated this about herself. If she didn't stop doing things like this she was going to ruin things between her and everyone in the institute damn. Maybe not the whole institute she thought but maybe just the herondales
Savannah slammed her head against the table again ana again that it starts to give her a headache
"hi..." says a quiet voice behind her
Savannah turns around oh god a herondale
"hey..."