Subterranean | H.S.

S02

After chapter S00

Persephone's pov

"That sounds psychopathic." She gesticulates with a nail file in her hand.

"It may be sociopathic as well, we don't know that really." She makes weird, funny faces, trying to brighten up my day.

I told Riley everything that had happened the day of the accident. We were talking and talking for I don't even know how long. I don't think that I fully understand what happened, it'll probably take longer than I think. Everything feels like a fever dream. I'm so confused I don't even have words to express how I feel.

"That's right." She points the sharp edge at me.

"Could you, please, try not to take my eyeball out of my eye socket?" I turn my face to the left, avoiding the object. 

"Yea, sorry babes." She continues working on my nails. "By the way, those are fucking disgusting Seph, you really need to stop with that nail biting. It's super nasty and unhealthy. You should eat something that will actually make you full. By the way, do you know how many bacteria are there?" Sometimes I forget that she's acting like my second mother. Honestly, I don't know who's worst. 

"I know, I'm just really stressed lately." I lay my head on my popped knee and look at the table full of nail polishes. "I don't really know where to start." I rub my cheek with my free hand and breath out calmly. My hand picks up and puts down another colorful bottle.

"Told you." She stops and points the nail file at me and I flinch, again. "Need to go shopping, change something, buy some new clothes and forget about that prick. Maybe even get a new haircut. I'd love to do that. I actually think that red might be your color. Or maybe a wolf cut? What do you think about that? I think it might suit you as well. Damn, who am I lying to, you always look perfect. Maybe we'll do just bangs?" I take a deep breath for both of us since she forgets to breathe when she's talking.

"I don't think he's a prick and I don't want to change anything, plus I already got a ton of clothes that I don't wear. Thanks for the opportunity but I think my hair looks just fine." 

"It doesn't mean that you can't or shouldn't go and get it done."

I stare at her in disbelief.

"You're unbelievable." I laugh and push my hair out of my face.

"Trying to teach you how to be the baddest bitch alive." She sends me a warm smile.

"I know, but I really am fine with myself." I look around my place in search of something different to think about. 

Am I really? Or are my parents happy with how I look now?

A comfortable silence fills the room. It always is comfortable with her.

So many thoughts on my mind. I try to sort them but every time I try to do something about it, it gets even worse. The guy in that black suit, Jack, and my flat. I feel like I have so many things on my mind and so much that I have to do, that when I start, I won't be able to finish them or focus on all of them equally. I really need a break.

"And we're done!" I take a look at my nails and put both of my hands in the air, admiring my best friend's work.

"I love it, thanks." I stare at my green-painted fingernails.

"I still think this is the worst fucking color to ever exist." She packs her things and unbuttons her shirt. "God, it's so fucking hot in here."

"It really is." I stand up and walk around the table to get to the kitchen island.