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Realistic or Modern The Place For The Broken

She snobbishly replied. "I don't need looking after. I've always been able to take care of myself." Despite her protests she sulkily followed him.
 
They get to the kitchen and Grey gets a glass of water. "Drink this and tell me what meds you need."
 
"I don't need any meds, there was cough medicine at my house, but I never liked it's taste." Wolf gulped down the water. "I'll be okay, now give me my ring." She held her hand out expectantly.
 
She snatches it and pushed it back onto her thumb. "I have meds, not the kind I should take right now though." She smiled a little. "Not for a cough at least."
 
She shrugged and pulled out a yellow bottle with a white cap. The prescription and label had been ripped off. "Say hello to benzodiazepine; Valium."
 
Ace jumped off the counter and walked to the living room, seeing Minxy sitting on the couch. He'd seen her once before, when he first got to the shit hole, but he couldn't remember her name. "Uh.. Hi. I'm Ace. I think we've met, but I don't really remember your name?" He tried to speak with the least amount of an accent as possible, hoping it'd be easier for people to understand him.
 
She walks over to the crib. She couldn't be here that long could she? She lightly brushes her hand over the wood of the crib looking down into it. There was a soft baby blanket and a stuffed bear. She picks the bear up and looks at it. She smiles softly. She quickly snaps out of it and puts it back into the crib. She looks around the room. It was dusty and there were holes in the floor and walls. There as an old sheet covering something. She walks over and brings the sheet down and it was a mirror. She brushes it off and just looks at herself for a minute, her hair was a mess and she had dirt on her skin. She took off her jacket, she was just wearing a plain t-shirt under it. She puts her hand to her baby bump. "I guess this is our life for a while" she says softly. Her first trimester was about done so the nausea should subside. She keeps her hand on her stomach as she walks over to her bag and pulls out Her water bottle she quickly drinks down the rest of it. They told her the water that was clean was in the kitchen. She putsbher jacket back on and starts walking towards the kitchen.

 
Wolf sighed and looked around. Grey had left earlier, and no one else was in the kitchen. She tentatively pulled up her left sleeve, inspecting her arm. This one's lines and designs were pinker, scabbier than her right arm. They were about two weeks old, and healing quite nicely. She absentmindedly scratched one, flinching when she tore the fragile skin and it started to bleed.
 

She walked into the kitchen and she saw the girl who was in the entrance before. "Hey, are you okay?" She asks as she sees some blood drip from her arm. She walks a little further into the kitchen.




@Aquaria Wolf
 
"What the-" Wolf quickly pulls down her sleeve and hides her arm behind her back. "I'm fine, thanks. You're the girl from before, right? I'm Wolf." She silently cursed herself, what was she doing, introducing herself like she wanted to them to get to know each other, she just wanted to be away from all these people, from this prison of a house.
 
There was a tone in her voice that she noticed wasn't the happiest. She just assumed that she really didn't want to be here like her. "I'm Katrina" she says simply. She really wishes she could just run from this house, from these people but she couldn't so she chose to make the best out of this situation.

 
"Alright, well, um . . " She trailed off. "This kind of sucks, I mean it's not so bad, but it still sucks. Apparently the only way we get here is if we have suckier experiences than ending up stuck in an abandoned shit shack, so yeah. I mean, so I guess you have the comfort of knowing that whatever shitty thing happened other people here have had bad times too. I don't know if that's really a comfort though."
 
"It's in no way a comfort, it just kind of the thing if we are obviously stuck here and it does completely suck but maybe it isn't so bad. I assume most people here are run always and I kind of guess it's better than living on the streets. Everyone has a shitty time in there life so technically anyone could be attracted to this place. What's your story? If you don't mind me asking. And don't say you don't have one because everyone does." She says walking closer and leaning against the counter.

 
Wolf hesitated, this wasn't something that she had wanted to be important here, she hadn't wanted it to be important at all, but if this place was full of broken people, then maybe it wasn't important. She held her arms out, once again showing the cuts. "You probably know what these are, usually the design, once the cuts fade into scars, is taken as a tattoo, which is nice. I'm a cutter."
 
She knows there was probably something she was leaving out something but she just nodded. She had cuts on her arms to but they have mostly faded into scars. She roles up her sleeves, "I was" she pulls her sleeves back down. "Can I ask why you did it?" She asks tentatively.
 
"I did a lot of things, I hurt people a lot, and I was hurt in return. So eventually I became really bored, or apathetic. I had nothing but everyone say me. I couldn't feel anything. This though, I could feel this." She traced the spirals. "I got high off of my own adrenaline."
 
"Okay" she says not really knowing what else to say. She walks to the sink to fill up her water bottle. "You can ask me any questions if you want to" she says putting the cap back on.

 
"You . . the way you walk . . .are you-" Wolf stopped and looked around, uncomfortable. "My mother is a doctor, she taught me how to recognise different things." She rubbed the back of her neck. "Are you pregnant?"
 
She freezes. "Ye...yeah, please don't tell anybody" she turns to her. "Please don't tell anyone, I'd rather hide it for as long as I can." She says looking at her but keeping her voice down.

 
"I won't, I'm out of here as soon as I can, I promise not to tell anyone. How far along?" Wolf liked kids, she knew how to keep them safe, knew how to not hurt them. Kids wouldn't lie to her either, they wouldn't hurt her in return.
 
"13 weeks" she says putting a hand on her stomach. She loved this child that wasn't even born yet and she didn't know what she was going to do but for now she was here, at this house.

 

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