Lock it Away

Just like she always has.

Lock it down, keep it down, far into the darkest, deepest trenches of her mind. Keep it down tight so it won't get away, so it won't break out, so it won't ruin everything for Ylva or her.

It's what she'd been doing for so long. So, what difference would it make? It would prevent them from getting hurt, from... Being destroyed. It would also prevent Ylva from the heartache of her, of Amaia. She was not good for her friend, she knew this. She was... A horrible person.

Or, that's what she thought.

She was currently in her room, looking up at the many things she owned. The old rock posters on the walls, the many novels on her shelves, a nice mix of classics, teen shit-operas and actual good modern writings; She stared at her TV, hooked up to an old PS3 she exclusively used to kick ass or get her ass kicked by Ylva and Tyler, and the wardrobe, filled to the brim with many, many articles of comfortable and nice clothing.

Her phone buzzed, and she looked towards it.

Who was talking to her?