Crybaby

Dark blue nights (final part of dance)

That hurt. Things hurt. Sometimes that's all you can feel but it's ok because sometimes you don't even care.
________________________________Crybaby is sitting in the woods alone now, not sure what to do. Johnny fled about ten minutes ago and it doesn't look like he is coming back, but there is no way she is going home to her dollhouse. She sighs and uses a branch to pull her to her feet.
She finds herself wandering aimlessly through the suburban streets in the cold.
Troye is walking home too. He still has a grin on his face. He notices a short figure on the street ahead.
"C-Crybaby?" He asks, his daydreaming state temporarily ceases.
"Troye?" The farmilar voice is comforting.
"Hey!" She says, relieved to find someone.
"I thought you were with...." Troyes voice trails off.
"Yeah, I was. Some kids from school were walking in the woods and he had to run." Crybaby explains, and her voice is gentle, but Troye can sense the anger.
"How was Jacob?" She grinned, poking his cheek.
He blushes and doesn't say anything.
Crybaby raises her eyebrow.
"I see." She says, giggling.
"That's why you wouldn't stop smiling."

Electra sits on her bed, nervously contemplating Lana. She regrets leaving her at the college party.
Lana is sure to be drunk within an hour and that boy from Brooklyn doesn't seem too good.
She lays down.
Nothing to do now but wait and worry.

Back on the street, Crybaby and Troye are parting ways in front of his house.
By now it's after one in the morning and crybaby knows she has to face her home.
When she arrives, she slips in the back door.
She barely breathes as she climbs up the stairs and agonizingly inches the door to her room closed. She exhales in relief as she finally closes it and celebrates quietly that she hasn't been caught.
Just as she is pulling out her nightgown, she hears a creaking in the hallway and realizes she celebrated too soon. She rushes to pull off her outfit and on her night gown before burrowing under the duvet on her bed.
She closes her eyes when she hears a knocking.
Sh*t. Forgot to lock it.
Crybaby hears the door creak open.
"Crybaby! Why were you home so late? I told you to come home on time!" Her mother wakes up the whole house with her drunken shouts.
Her eyes water.
She says nothing.
"Answer me, dumb girl!" She yells, and then does something she hasn't done in years.
She hits Crybaby.
Her nails, painted red, graze her hair as she's slaps Crybaby's cheek.
Crybaby yelps before jumping out of bed and diving in to her closet.
That is a mistake.
Her mother shoves the doors closed, holding it with her foot, and ties it shut with some rope from Crybabies dresser drawer. The brass handles won't budge.
As soon as Crybaby understands what's going on, she begins rattling the doors in panic.
"No, mom, I'm sorry! Please let me out!"
Her tears fall as she says this.
" See you tomorrow angel!" Her mother whispers drunkenly.
Crybaby punches the door until her knuckles bleed and then just sobs against the wall, surrounded by her dresses, shoes, and belongings.
Her cheek has a red handprint. She can't get the doors open, no matter how hard she pushes.
Eventually she calms down enough to attempt another escape.
She digs around the back of her closet and finds it.
Her knife.
She keeps it hidden for emergencies.
She slides the tip through the small opening between the doorways, and jerks it up. The rope isn't cut, so Crybaby saws at it until she feels it fall away. She pushes open the doors and runs to the door of her room, which she locks immediately. Crybaby exhales in relief. Hands still shaky, she takes down her pigtails and wipes away her makeup. She feels tears coming back as the thoughts about her mother rush into her head. She touches her sore cheek.
It's too much.
Crybaby is still holding her knife in one hand.
Unable to control herself, she stabs at her pillow forcefully.
A cloud of white feathers settles around her. She drops the knife with a clatter and the collapses on her bed, doing all she knows to do.
She cries.

Electra is awoken by a loud noise on her window. She sits up, rubbing her eyes, and tries to figure out what's going on.
She looks out the window just as a pebble hits it. She jolts up in surprise. When she looks to see where it came from, she sees Lana sitting in the dark sidewalk below.
She sighs.
Soon she is practically carrying a drunk Lana up the stairs in to her own room.
"They saw me, Electra." She repeats again, stumbling on the final step.
" Who saw you?" Electra asks again, handing Lana a t shirt and pj shorts to sleep in.
"Kay-Kayla. She's gonna tell the whooole schoool." Lana giggles.
"Tell them what?" Electra asks, panicking.
Lana just stares off into space.
Electra grabs her shoulders desperately, almost shaking her.
"Tell them what, Lana?"
She says this much more forcefully this time.
"That I'm the Brooklyn Baby." She giggles again.
Electra's heart drops. Things add up quickly.
Almost as quickly as rumors spread in a high school.
"Oh no no no. I shouldn't have let you go to that party. This is my fault. I'm supposed to protect you! That Brooklyn boy and you got caught, didn't you? Oh no."
Electra drops her head in her hands.

Troye is laying in his bed, in a very different situation.
He smiling hard still and thinking.
A lot.
About everything.
He is staring at the Polaroid and the fortune and running his fingers through his hair.
He is blinking his blue eyes softly and humming.
I know what you're feeling because I feel it as well.
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