Hey! This is a one-shot about Drew. I've read TONS about her and I think they're really interesting; how she's all emotionally scarred and stuff. So, yea. Enjoy!
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
Whoever first said that is an idiot, you think.
You know plenty of words that hurt a whole lot more than a wimpy little twig.
A lot of them you use to describe other people.
Even more of them are used to describe you back.
A whole alphabet of words that anybody with decent parents would get their mouths washed out for.
But when have the gods ever cared about what you say or do?
Unless their existence (and reign) depends on it, of course.
You think back to the war. It's not that hard to, really.
How the gods didn't give a crap about what their kids did until they betrayed them for being horrible parents, which, of course, they are.
Even your sister, your wonderful, brave sister changed sides. You admire her for her courage to stand up for herself like that, to be able to say what she feels, even if it was only because Luke was cute.
Of course, she changed her mind in the, became a hero, and blah, blah, blah.
But you're jealous of her, too.
So you sneer her name and scoff when she's called a hero.
But, inside, you secretly agree.
But who would expect that from you? The gorgeous ice princess that doesn't have a nice word in her vocabulary?
No one. That's who.
So you keep your facade and the mocking tone in your voice, ready to send your next victim into the bathroom crying.
Because words can cause more pain that any stick or rock ever could.
And you like it like that.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will always hurt me.