Falling

Chapter One

a/n contains instances of sexual assualt

He makes his way in without a hello or, you know, knocking. Sarah slowly strides out of her closet, pulling a loose brown top over her head and stretching the sleeves over her hands. She blows into her fingers as the cold circles her bare feet and sticks in her wet hair.

She can't stand the smug look on his face as he surveys the damage.

"You're such an asshole Owen." Sarah mutters through barred teeth, desperately avoiding shivering. The water droplets on her skin cool her down significantly, as she loses her heat to her surroundings. Her dark skin becomes lined with goosebumps and despite herself, she begins to vibrate.

A smirk slides across Owen's lips and right off the other side. His eyes unflinchingly look over the mess of her room. She had texted him similar sentiments earlier in the day about her absolute undying hatred for him. It was their usual routine by this point in their friendship. Years of pure distaste.

"You weren't kidding." He eventually mutters.

"You think I made up that the book you had me read was so emotionally scarring that I trashed my own room?" Sarah replies with arsenic laced teeth. She stares at Owen with open mouthed disbelief. He was always a surprise to her. His tendencies to be completely disconnect from everything was something she couldn't understand. It was probably why she put up with him, to try and understand this strange human being.

He does an over-exaggerated shrug then jumps on her bed and lies on top of close to every shirt she owns. He props himself on one arm and grabs out his Samsung smartphone, because Apple products suck. This, despite the fact that he 'borrowed' her apple earphones in July 2015 and in September 2016, he still hasn't given them back.

"Hello..." She pronounces, putting undue emphasis on every syllable. She waves her arms in the air for good measure. He looks at her sideways and cocks an eyebrow. Nothing more. No wasted effort.

"What?" He murmurs.

"Total mental breakdown here, any care to give?"

"Not really." He replies honestly, returning to the game on his phone he perpetually plays. Stupid teenage boy. Quietly she crosses the room, dodging the wreckage of her 'parents'' meticulous clothes folding destruction. Sarah sits on her bed with her head against the wall that she was told, 'her greasy hair would destroy the paint job' of.

"I mean for goodness sake, the whole point of the stupid book was to have them get together. I went through eight hundred stupid pages of misguidance and 'ooh this could destroy the fabric of time' and 'ooh there's this whole superpower thing' and 'ooh my life is a wreck without you'. It's so stupid because it's ends without any fùcking resolution!" Sarah looks to her left, peering at him, wondering how he can put her through total freaking torture and still ignore her. Taking no responsibility for his actions.

"Little space?" Owen queries.

"My bed."

"So?"

"MY, bed."

"Yuh huh."

"Prick."

"Yuh huh."

"I hate you."

"Sure you do."

"I really do, I really, really, really hate every single, stupid, cell in your body."

"Yeah, sure, love you too."

"Yeah well I consider you to be my least favourite human being on the planet."