Author's Note: Yep, again. I just posted, and now, I'm posting another one, but honestly, does anyone mind? XD
Anyhow, if I haven't already said so, I do not own the 39 Clues or any of its amazing characters. And also, I promised Rage I'd put up another drabble on the Starlings (it's true: they need more fanfic love! :D), so here it is! I hope you all enjoy!
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
The perpetual rhythm of the clock filled her head as she sat in a cold metal chair in the hospital waiting room, sketching careless designs in her notebook, pressing down too hard with her pen, lost in thought. Her auburn hair fell in her face; she didn't brush it away.
Why her? Why had she come away with only these- at this, she traced faint scars on her arms- when they had received far worse punishments? Headaches, blindness… while she was relatively unscathed.
Fading scars on her limbs. Careless penmarks. The constant ticking of the clock.
Author's Note: Poor Sinead; she needs a hug right now. As did Natalie in my previous drabble... Wow, am I just trying to depress you all lately? Seriously, I'll try to write some happier ones! I don't mean to be depressing! XD
~Lily