Zyrelle
๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ญ?
โ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐.โ
Eyes the colour of the ocean blinked back at the girl in the mirror, her skin as white as the fresh blanket of snow that covered the streets, her lips pulled into a thin line as she surveyed the almost ghost-like girl of her reflection. She was dying, she understood that, she was fine with that. Her parents, however, were a different story. They werenโt. Of course they werenโt fine with watching their little girl wither away into nothing, not so close after they had lost their only son, at least.
It only took them a few - failed - attempts before the brunette was forced into the building. The building that would become her home for the next sixteen months, the building that supposedly held talented individuals who were going to fix her, as if she needed fixing. She didnโt fit in here, despite the fact that the place apparently contained a bunch of crazy ass people, who were just like her, she didnโt fit in. The young blonde woman cleared her throat, gaining the attention of Faye.
โFaye Lockhart, I assume?โ
She didnโt nod. The nurse already knew the answer, why did she need it to be spoken? Why did she need that confirmation? Had she been expecting some other nutter? Besides the immediate distaste she held for the nurse, she seemed..somewhat nice. She had a sweet face, at least, that much she knew.
โCome with me, Faye.โ
And for once, she did. She followed after the woman who couldnโt of been older than twenty five, hitching her backpack higher up her shoulder. She had been stubborn and refused to pack more than a backpack full of items, her father had spoken something about how he would drop the rest of her stuff off for her in the upcoming weeks, she hadnโt listened. She never did when it came to them. It was their fault.
โThis is your room, you do have a roommate but sheโs an absolute sweetheart, I think youโll love her!โ
Realising she probably wasnโt going to get anywhere with the young girl, she let out a sigh, before stepping out of the door. โYou have your first therapy session in the morning, until then, the common room is open until 10pm, by which, you should be in bed - we found curfews keep most of the residents at bay.โ She didnโt know why she explained, she just felt like it was something she had to do.
It wasnโt until the door slammed shut, that Faye dropped her bag onto the small bed rocked up against the corner of the wall, she assumed this was her bed, considering it had nothing on it. She fell onto the soft mattress, letting out a quiet huff. This was exactly what she fucking needed. She needed her mirror, a mirror that had been taken off of her. A scan of the room had been the first thing she did, and not once, did she see the small glass heaven that always betrayed her. They knew, and they had removed it from the room.
Fuck them. Fuck them. Fuck them.
Too deep in her thoughts and self loathing, she hadnโt realised anybody entered the room until she heard a gleeful gasp. Her gaze flickered towards the petite redhead standing with her hand on the door handle.
โOh!โ She grinned, showcasing a set of white pearly teeth. โYou must be Faye! Iโm Candece, your roommate! But everybody calls me candy.โ
She mustโve noticed the way Fayeโs brow raised at the nickname, because she cracked an almost genuine laugh, shaking her head. โI know, I know! It sounds like something a stripper would call themselves, believe me, I didnโt give myself the nickname.โ She waltzed through the threshold, closing the door behind her.
โRight,โ Faye murmured, turning her gaze away from the girl. She seemed nice, definitely an ideal roommate, she seemed...normal too, what was she doing here?
โCan I unpack your bag?โ
The sudden random question caught the brunettes attention, her gaze snapping towards Candece. โHuh?โ
โI have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder,โ she explained through a wry smile, her shoulder lifting in a half assed shrug. โCommonly known as OCD, itโs nothing against you, I just prefer to have everything done...my way.โ
There it is. No, having OCD doesnโt make you a crazy person, or a nutter, at least, not to her it doesnโt. But out in the real world? In society? It does. If you do something that isnโt deemed normal or suffer from something people with closed minds canโt fathom, youโre weird. Thatโs just the way it worked, unfortunately for Faye, she wasnโt strong enough to withstand that.
โOh, uh, right.โ She fumbled, gently pushing her bag closer to the redhead. โGo ahead.โ
Her eyes lit up, as if she were merely a child on Christmas morning, she eagerly clawed at the bag, before pulling the wardrobe open. โSo,โ she started, casting a glance over her shoulder. โWant me to tell you โbout some of the people youโll be livinโ with?โ
Did she want to know? Truthfully, she hadnโt planned on interacting with anybody, and honestly, she wouldnโt really have any reason to leave her room if she werenโt going to eat, what else would they go to the common room for? But, this girl, Candece, seemed excited to share the pointless information, and she didnโt have the heart to shoot her down.
โYeah, I guess.โ
She cleared her throat, pulling the shirt onto a hanger. โOkay, so, thereโs Hayleigh, she suffers from very strong Post traumatic stress disorder, she spends the majority of her day in her room, or sitting by the window, sometimes crying, She, uh, killed her baby.โ The subject of the young mother had always been touchy, she didnโt mean to kill her baby, at least, thatโs what she insisted every time someone brought it up - apparently, she couldnโt help herself.
โThen thereโs Hardin, he has major anger issues, like theyโre insanely bad, do not get on his bad side, apart from that though, heโs actually a very sweet guy.โ She shrugged, a small smile on her lips. She was witnesses of both his change of moods, hell, she had even suffered a black eye because of his anger. He hadnโt meant to hit her though, she was protecting someone else.
โThereโs Bailey, sheโs an arsonist. I know what youโre thinking โwhy does that make her crazy?โ But it does, believe me, well, sheโs not crazy, I donโt believe in that word, but, if I did, she would be it. Do not give her a lighter, or matches, I donโt really know what youโd be doing with them, yourself, but.โ
โNext we have Jackson, heโs a sociopath, he doesnโt feel, he doesnโt care. Not the best person to form any kind of relationship with.โ She knew this better than anyone. โBut, heโs a pretty decent guy, really funny too. Youโll love him.โ
โYouโll never really see much of Zyrelle, she uh, gets scared pretty easily, if thatโs what you can call it - she suffers from bad anxiety, hardly ever socially interacts with any of us, so donโt take it personal.โ
She finished hanging up the clothes, turning to the girl with a tight lipped smile. โThereโs more, but, you should meet them all for yourself - would you like to go down to the common room with me? We havenโt had a newcomer in a while, Iโm sure everybody would love to meet you!โ