Need to talk? Tough, it's my day off! {Open}

[Rach_E_L]

The little redhead walked the maze the Tien dorms created. She was on her way to no where in particular. She just wanted to get away from her life in general - mainly her sister. Her whole life nowadays was running around after the long haired twin, making sure she didn't kill herself, making sure she fight, making sure she didn't kill anyone else for that matter!
But she was improving, Dizzy had to admit. She hadn't tried to kill herself for a week, and was trying to make friends. So far, it hadn't worked with a few people, but Delilah and Aiiki seemed to like her. So that was at least two 'friends' - right?
But who would want to be friends with her?! Even her twin couldn't figure it out. She just wanted to fight. All the time. She knew why. Tam just wanted to feel strong, so then if they ever ambushed her, she knew that she could take them out. It wasn't her fault, it was those stupid voices.
"It's those stupid voices," her own small voice whispered dangerously. "They're doing this to her. They're hurting her. They're the reason she has no friends!"
Anyone would be surprised at how emotional the little fairy was. Maybe it was just that time of the month for her. But she stopped and let tears overflow out of her big, brown eyes.
She didn't know how long she stood there in the middle of the corridor. She just wanted to stand there and disappear for a day or two. The tears kept coming and coming, and they weren't going to stop anytime soon.
Eventually her vision became clouded, and put a hand out in front of her to try and feel for something to hang onto. She stumbled, being in high heels. She had been walking in them for two days now, and she still couldn't master the eight inches. Of course, it doesn't help when your eyes are watery or you're as clumsy as they come.
She fell forward, not being able to stop herself, and fell on her knees. The pain throbbed from the tips of her knees all the way down her calves. She cried more, wiping her face helplessly as the tears threatened to never stop.
"S-stop it!" She cried to her eyes. "I'm meant to be having a day off! A day away from all the sadness! I'm meant to be happy!"
One hand went to the scarf around her neck. She had used it to hide the love bites Collin had been giving her from her dad. At least now it made a decent tissue.
She wiped her eyes as fast as she could, just in case someone came around the corner. But the annoying drops of water kept slithering out onto her cheeks, some even dropping off onto her skirt.

[welshchick1201]

By the time Renée had collected all the books she needed for studying and brought them back to the Tien dorms, she wasn't in the mood for 'studying'. This was mainly because she was never in the mood for work of any kind, be it physical or mental. So, the next best thing was to relax into the armchair she had been sat in for the past hour and return the books another time. As she slowly closed her amethyst eyes and allowed her cream sweater to fabricate with the material around her, she brought her legs up underneath her gracefully. That was when she noticed the world around her seemed to stop. It was peaceful. For once.

It had been a long time since Renée got the chance to think peacefully to herself like this. Lessons, studying, teen drama and general life had been stopping her up until now, and before you knew it, memories and thoughts flooded back to her. There was Zack, herself and her older brother, Sam. Zack and her alone at his home in Paris, watching movie's with hot chocolate and blankets. Tam shouting, causing the argument keeping them from talking at this moment in time. The Shockwave family, specifically Daymon...

Thoughts were cut short however, at the sound of what seemed like crying. Renée's eyes opened slowly, her head turning lazily in the direction of the open door where the noise was coming from. With a sigh of exasperation, she combed her hair slowly with nimble fingers and dragged herself upright with her free hand. She decided it would be best to leave the books there, since they'd most likely be good for three things. 1 - Slowing her down. 2 - Throwing them at the faces of those she wasn't in the mood for. 3 - exploiting other students to all the 'great things' these books had to offer.

Silently stepping through the corridor, she followed the wailing until she found her source. In front of her lay Dizzy, crying alone on the floor. Many things were wrong with this scene in Renée's mind, such as how Dizzy never got upset like this in public. And the fact those high heels could kill a person. Biting her inner lip gently, she planned what she could say in a situation like this. Renée couldn't handle overly emotional people. Or people in general for that matter.

Cautiously kneeling down next to Dizzy, she lightly touched her shoulder. It was one of those awkward pats you give to a distant relative who did something right for once. After finding the words, the best she could say was "Hey Dizzy. What happened? Do you want to come back to mine and talk about it?". Listening to peoples problems wasn't something she did everyday, but Dizzy was a friend, so exceptions were made. "Let me guess, it was Tam, wasn't it? What did she say this time?"

[Rach_E_L]

The little fairy's head turned, her big, brown, tear filled eyes concentrating on the person in front of her. It took her a moment to figure out it was Renée. Her thoughts were running a mile a minute. At first, she panicked, not knowing how to react to Renée coming to help her. Then, the panic turned to relief, that someone was there for her. Then it turned to guilt, for wanting someone to be there for her. The guilt then continued to more tears, making her already wet face even more damp, letting the water drip onto her clothes.
Judging from the awkward pat, Dizzy assumed that Renée was uncomfortable around her right now. When she heard the offer to go to the shapeshifter's room to talk, the redhead almost accepted immediately. She then remembered how awkward her friend felt, and felt more guilt stab at her heart like one of Tam's knives. She should turn down the offer, but it would be very out of character, and she didn't want anyone to think that there was something seriously wrong with her, especially a friend like Renée. She paused for a few seconds to debate it.
"O-ok," The girl managed to get out between sobs. She tried to continue, but she just made noises that sounded like 'Nah eh oo ya meor', so the teenage girl gave up with a sad sigh.
She guessed it was natural for anyone who knew the twins to assume that the younger one had hurt her older sibling. No one would have guessed that Tam was the younger twin, but odd things like that happen. Tam had often hurt Dizzy just with her cold words and blank stares. Not a lot of people knew that she had this, because it was something the little redhead wanted to keep to herself. If people thought that Tam was hurting her, who knew what people would do? Would they hurt Tam for hurting her? Would they gang up on her? Or ignore her and make everything worse?
The small girl's body shook slightly as she thought about it. Tam, worse? She couldn't imagine it, but knew that no one would want to see it.

[welshchick1201]

As Dizzy lifted her head, Renée noticed just how badly she had been crying. Her eyes were bloodshot, reflecting the way she had bled the salt of her soul out in a single emotion. Renée could not help feel a sting of sympathy and pity for Dizzy though, seeing her like this. Sobbing, the tears streaming down her face, the mess of her hair.

After peeling her eyes away from Dizzy's pitiful state, she merely exhaled subtly and muttered what resembled, "Confiance ma chance [Trust my luck]." while tilting her head towards the floor. She could not avoid the situation this time around, no matter how much she had willed for the opportunity to arise. Renee placed her face in her ethereal hands, silently cursing herself for not being a better comforter. A better company to a distressed friend. A better friend herself even.

She found herself lifting her head almost as quickly as she had placed it in her hands to begin with. She did not carry tissues or materials of the sort with her, so the second best gesture Renée could make for her friend was wipe her tears from her face (since she herself did not seem to be bothering with the gesture any time soon). It was not a gesture she was use to, but one she took care in never the less. Her index finger cupped Dizzy's chin, carefully positioned not to catch the skin with her delicate - but never the less sharp - nails. It feels like Dizzy is the delicate one right now...She feels like glass in my hand, cracking with each passing moment...

Assuming Dizzy had agreed to the offer of moving to Renée's room between sobs she gave a small, sincere smile before raising her head. No students had passed by thankfully, and so she doubted any would pass them from now to the minute walk down the corridor to her room. This lack of enthusiasm was mainly for Dizzy's sake, however, not her own. It wasn't like any students even acknowledged her presence, let alone took the time to remember who she was. Who could blame them? Renee spent all her spare time in her room or the library after all. Rising comely to her feet with the same grace she held with every movement she made, she extended her hand to Dizzy.

"Dizzy..." There was so much she wanted to say, but the words caught in her throat. Unable to keep her eyes on Dizzy's, to stare at the raw lamentable mix of emotions she felt at the moment, she glanced away. Gnawing at her bottom lip, she continued to stare at the faded walls; exhausted in appearance no matter how hard the pale shaded paint attempted to hide its age. She hoped it would help clear her head, allow her to say something. The wall had let her down.

"I'm sorry," was the best she could muster. Her eyes lowered, dark copper lashes shielding the dull disappointment and guilt being reflected for Dizzy to see. She did fail to hide the crack of her voice however, as well as a somewhat jaded tone to compliment. "I'm trying, I just...I don't have the right words for these situations."

Without the nerve to look at Dizzy, dreading to face her expression, she slowly started to drop her hand back down to her side.

[Rach_E_L]

Another stab of guilt went through the crying fairy. Oh God, why couldn't she just stop crying! How many tears could one small, weak body hold?! Poor Renée, Dizzy could plainly see that she didn't know what to do.
Maybe I should just leave, Dizzy thought. Act like I'm fine, that it was just a little screw up, smile and laugh then skip away like a pixie. It would make things easier for her, right? Hey, who wouldn't want a problem like a crying girl with a suicidal twin gone?
The adolescent girl shook her head viciously and suddenly, trying to throw away the last sentence. She had been down that path just two days ago, and if she didn't stop thinking about it then Tam wouldn't be the only insane one. Stupid thoughts, why couldn't they leave her alone?
But then, she was sure she heard a mutter of French from the shapeshifter. Something ma chance? Didn't chance mean luck? At least the redhead had picked that much up. She then estimated it meant 'just my luck', or something along those lines. Another heart aching stab of guilt. Renée didn't want to deal with her right now. Probably not at all. So why was the teenager still there, sobbing with no attempt to stop to help her friend? Now who was the bad friend?
Dizzy pushed her lips together as her friend wiped her face for her. She had to stop this ridiculous crying, now! Her teeth bit down on her lip, which was already split and chapped from chewing it yesterday. She felt her teeth shake with the effort, and it seemed to reduce the tears to mere sharp, spontanious intakes of breath.
Half satisfied, the fairy listened to the girl in front of her, and almost broke down again. Look at what you've done! Her mind screamed in upset fury. Look how awkward you've made this! You should be ashamed, you foul bitch! Quick, do something! Say something that'll make her feel less uncomfortable!
"N-no," Dizzy managed to stammer, giving a small, tearful smile even though the brunette wasn't looking. "Th-this, this is my fault. I-I shouldn't be making you take c-care of me." She took a slow and steady breath. "I should learn to do this myself, to stop myself crying all the time and stop letting small, insignificant things get to me."
Looking down, feeling strangly calm, she took off the murderous eight inch heels. She then stood up, only shaking a little bit and hardly using the wall for support. Another inhale, then a peaceful, fake smile with an exhale.
"If only you could get lessons on that stuff, eh?" Throw in a synthetic yet convincing laugh, and the small girl could have been ok once more. If only her eyes didn't betray her, showing the anger and sadness at Tam, she would have been perfect.