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Apr 07, 2016 03:05PM
"No no I-" She says rushed, but then sighs. "You can play the movie.." She finally finishes.
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"This is Spirited Away?" She asks confused. It looked like the News Channel to her.
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"Here." Chet said taking the remote off Mary. "Press this one. Then this one and then the TV changes to DVD."
She looks at Mary, waiting for her to sit down next to her. "Is this movie good?" She asks with a yawn.
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She raises an eyebrow. "But we aren't children.." She says when she hears it's a children's film.
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She turns to look at him confused. But she sighs and drops the conversation, looking back at the T.V.
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She looks at Mary and Chet for a split second, biting hard on her tongue to keep from the rude comments she has in her head. Why is it that Mary gets people who love her? It just wasn't fair. Sure people would help her, but no one actually CARED. It's still hard to believe that they actually care. She scoots away from them a little bit, her eyes on the screen but not focusing on it. All it was was fuzzing animations dancing across the screen, but she focused when the parents turned into pigs. It was what they deserved. Nobody should get to eat that much. Not even the people who haven't eaten in days. But after the part, the rest of the movie is a blur, lost in her own thoughts of misery.
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"I still don't even know." He chuckled wrapping his arms over her waist.
"Helpful." She grumbled. "Faye do you understand this movie?" She asked.
"Hm?" She says, not paying attention. She looks over at them, wondering what they said. All she heard was her name.
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"No, sorry..I was lost in thought" She says rubbing the back of her neck slightly embarrassed.
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She completely forgot about her hand, and she looks down at it, clenching and unclenching her hand. Some blood has stained the dressing but it wasn't to bad. "Whenever you want to. But I think I'd be better if we changed it before we choose our classes.."
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"Ok now it is then." She said trying to get up but Chet wouldn't let go. "Chet let me go. Ah." She screamed as she broke free from Chets grasp and fell of the couch hitting her head on the coffee table.
"Sorry Mary are you ok?" He asked
"I'll be fine but that really hurt Chet don't do that again." She said before walking off holding her head.
She was about to say something but she walked away. She looks at Chet awkwardly, and gets up to follow Mary.
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She sits down and holds out her bandaged hand. She doesn't want to look at the wound, it already being a reminder that she messed up. Bad. She knows she shouldn't have acted that way, cutting herself like that.
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Faye's eyes widen. "Are your brains going to fall out? Don't you need staples in your head?" She looks around urgently. "Does anyone have a stapler?"
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"It's tiny no bigger than two grains of rice." She said pressing the cloth back to Mary's head. "Bleeds alot though."
"Is that bad? Will she die of blood loss?" She asks, not knowing very much about medical things. She only knew how to stop an infection when she got a cut in the street.
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She shudders at the thought of blood draining from your head first. She slowly gets up. "I'm going to get changed..." She says walking to her room, goosebumps covering her arms.
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She pushes the door closed with her foot and begins changing from P.J's to jeans and a t-shirt. She slips on some socks and shoes and brushes her hair. She looks at herself one last time in the mirror, wondering if this is what they normally wear. She takes in a deep breath, saying in her mind 'Who cares?'.
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She tears her eyes from the mirror, and she looks at the door, taking a deep breath. "Yea. Coming.." She says, running to her door and coming out.
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She bites the inside of her cheek wishing she had money too. She follows them to the door, fiddling with here fingers, looking up once in a while to catch up. Soon, she's lost in her own thoughts of what would happen scenario. Could she just...walk out of the place? Would someone tackle her? Would someone taser her?! She's gotten tasered before for stealing. God she never wants to be tasered again..
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Faye couldn't stop looking around at how colorful everything was. She looks at Mary, wide eyed. She doesn't offer a smile yet, not wanting to get too comfortable with these people. She looks around at all the different people and stores, smells coming out of restaurants and people coming out of stores with bags full of foods, clothes, and different utensils.
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"We just do come on we have to get you some clothes." She said taking Mary's arm and dragging her into the nearest clothes shop.
Faye almost looses them when she stands there, facing a huge store, colors flashing. She turns just in time to see Mary and Erica disappear into a clothing store. She easily slips through the crowds, dodging and ducking. She enters the store, jogging to catch up with them.
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"Because it's easier for me" She says stretching upwards. She wasn't used to being in a car that long. She looks around, deciding if she should go to her room, or take a walk around the campus. She wasn't in the mood to see anymore people so decides against the walk, turning toward her room.
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Faye sits on her bed, staring out through her window. She rubs her head, mad at herself for getting to close to Mary. She knows better than that. Every time she gets close to someone, they stab her in the back. She needs to knock it off. She pulls out a pen that she pick-pocketed from some sad business man on his phone. She starts to draw on herself pushing down harder then necessary so the skin around the pen marks turns red. She draws two eyes, one normally, with a pupil, but the other is all dark on the inside. She pulls the pen away, but then, right next to the dark eye, she writes "Blood is as thick as the lies you tell"
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A couple hours later, the ink ran out and Faye looks down at what she did. Both arms, hands, legs, and torso were covered in ink. She sighs, switching out of her short sleeve shirt into a long sleeve, managing to cover most of the drawings, but not enough to cover the wrist and hand markings. She sighs, knowing she got carried away, but also knowing that she didn't have to be worried. They weren't her parents. They weren't going to kick her out or anything. And even if she did, she knew how to survive.
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She doesn't even hesitate when she says that. She grabs another pair of pants and opens her door. She walks into the bathroom, shutting the door with her foot. She looks at herself in the mirror. Her mismatched eyes teasing her. She tears her eyes away from herself and turns on the shower.
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"I.... T..told.... You so." She stuttered as Erica put the food and drinks on the table for them.
"You two are so cute together." She said making Mary blush harder she was as red as a tomato now.
Faye walks out of the shower, her black/blonde hair damp, and some in her face. Normally she'd push it to the side, but she was not in the mood. She sees Chet and Mary, and it was HER turn to blush. She wasn't used to seeing affection. Especially after Jackson. She averts her eyes and backs up, turning around and walking back to her room. She looks down at her old clothes. She knew she could've asked Erica for some new jeans, knowing these ones would never fit. She had to roll them up 3 times before they went to her ankles. She looks out and the window, looking at the scenery, then looks at her faint reflection. Her mismatched eyes, her dark hair. She was far from perfect. She wondered how Jackson even fell in love with her. Her sharp jawline hinted at stubbornness, she had a too small of nose and ears and her eyes were too big. She wished she looked like Erica. Or Mary in that fact. Both of them were beautiful. Both of them probably had boys waiting around just to see them. Were she was...well. Her.
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She gets up, sliding her hair to the side and walks out, trying to act normal. She sees Chet. Then the flowers. She almost cracks a smile but her face remains cold, but her eyes shine.
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"Cause you look pretty." She giggled
"Men do not look pretty. They are handsome not pretty." He said before smiling and starting to dance like a Hawaiian man make Erica and Mary laugh.
