In a world where nothing is certain, one thing we can be sure of is that everyone you meet leaves a mark on you. A small dent in your - once perfect - now moulded heart. Slowly, we are shaped as easily as clay into the people we are meant to be.
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-Liana-
Three whole weeks. It's been three whole weeks of Bailey, keeping to himself and acting as if the world has something against him. Which, I suppose is true for everyone in the DG. None of us really won the parent lottery.
Though, I don't really think that gives him a reason to walk around with a stick so far up his arse that he can't see that everyone will be willing to give him a chance. If only he were to give us a chance.
I guess Bailey Wharton isn't really any of my business anymore. He made that much clear when he basically insulted me for no reason.
We're all stood around the front door, patiently awaiting Faith's homecoming. She's been in the hospital for three weeks, recovering from being hit by a car and she's finally well enough to come home.
Apparently that health doesn't extend to her mental well-being. As soon as Mike pushes her through the front door, everyone yells out greetings. Judging by the look on her face, I'd assume that she doesn't appreciate the 'Welcome Home' sign either.
"Where do I put my stuff?" She asks, not even bothering to show any signs of gratitude in her expression.
Bailey - who is stood beside me, much to his dismay - seems to notice this aswell as he scoffs. Honestly, he isn't really one to judge others based gratitude given his lack thereof to all I did for him when he first arrived.
"We made you a surprise!" Mo yells excitedly, thankfully putting an end to the extremely awkward silence. Though, I suppose him revealing the surprise beforehand sort of defeats the purpose.
Lily seems to think so aswell. "Well done Mo"
Forcing a laugh in attempt to lighten up the situation slightly, I approach Faith and take Mike's spot behind her. "Come on then, close your eyes" I tell her, hoping that the surprise we've made for her will be enough to cheer her up. Though, I highly doubt it.
Everyone else follows as I push her to her new bedroom which we've decorated with all of her trophies and medals. We meant it as a reminder of what she's capable of and motivation to not give up.
It becomes clear to me that she doesn't take it that way when she opens her eyes and immediately looks like she wishes she never opened them. She's clearly seeing this as a painful reminder rather than an inspirational one.
Mike notices this as he urges us out of the room. "Okay guys, let's give her some space. Shall we?"
At his words, Bailey and I are the first out of the room. As much as I'd like to be there for her right now, I'd also like to respect her wish for personal space. The same way she would've done for me if the roles were reversed seeing as she's usually the most understanding person on Earth.
