Ok, so I don't think you guys understand how happy it makes me to read reviews and to know that people took time out of their day to read what I wrote and give feedback! So thank you so much for that! (I genuinely can't stop smiling)

•CoffeeKake - I know right? I really wish more people would update soon. I think the reason why I picked friendly neighborhood nix was because he's so innocent and because let's be honest, what else could I call him? Pretty sure everyone knows Brody is stupid like... Brody ...I'm glad you're there... but duuude cmon use the smarts you apparently have xD Ps: thank you! I get worried because autocucumber on everything is the worst.

•Guest - Like i said he's too innocent for anything else! xD

Ok ok I'm done being awkward (I think) thank you again for the reviews! This one isn't really that funny but it's more of a thing that popped into my head when doing Gravity in science I just kinda thought it suited Mina! Happy reading!

Mina's POV

I sit here,alone, thinking about all the things that had happened just that last week. The fire... Charlie... Teague... Jared.

Three major names that plague my thought process and halt my world. What is going on in the world around me? Is anything happening? Or am I just stuck in this moment? A loop trapping me in this minute of emotional agony. I'm not sure anymore. I start to sketch. A balloon. I have always liked balloons. Balloons have the freedom that I long for, that I envy. They float away into the abyss only to be found in an opposite space. I have always imagined balloons to be happy things, colourful that bring brightness and joy on the days of gloom and rain.

Charlie... Teague... Jared.

I got my brother kidnapped. He was trapped. Just like helium is in the rubbery casing of a balloon. It's unable to get out.

Teague threatened me with my own family. Like when tying a balloon, there is always an inevitable chance that the balloon will go flying off and the helium is gone. Just like his emotions exploding.

Jared is dead.

As soon as he arrived on the fae plane that fateful night, the pin started inching closer to the balloon. The balloon gets tired of fighting against deflation and eventually the pin pierces it. And with that the balloon is gone. Dead.

No. I shake my head, to see that the balloon in front of me is finished. Yet time is still stopped. The balloon is not colourful nor joyous. It is graphite. Mere graphite on a paper. However, I still feel that graphite on the paper is free. Free from worrys that someone with a pin shall come and pop it.

I draw more balloons, all different shapes and sizes, different levels of tone and depth. Anyone can be free, no matter who they are. My pencil drifts over to the bottom of the page and draws a figure resembling myself looking up at the balloons. Anyone can be free so why can't I? Why can't I attatch these thoughts to a balloon string and watch them fly away. Maybe I don't need to be a balloon. Maybe the things I don't want anymore can be balloons and i can be here on earth. Free.

I look back at the drawing one final time before ripping it out of the sketchbook I adore so, and shredding it to pieces. Balloons aren't the only things that can be free. I draw once more, a figure in the sky floating away, it's strings cut. Maybe even Humans can be free too.

However, with that last thought lingering, I am brought back to my senses by an infuriated looking science teacher in front of me, asking why there is shredded paper all over the floor.

So what did you think? Again it's really short but I have a load of stuff that needs doing. If there are any parts that don't make sense or need explaining then tell me in the reviews please! My brain is known to jumble up nonsensical sentences and spout gibberish at times xD.

Lyric/Beetle