New Divide

New Divide: 04

It was quiet. Deathly so. Margo hadn't quite known quiet like this. Always there was some sort of background noise, she'd become used to screams, rambles, incoherent noises. All that was here was the quiet sounds of rain hitting the window and the sound of the wind. Now and again there were voices walking past, but that was about it. In comparison that was quiet to her.

She laid looking up at the ceiling. Despite it all, she couldn't sleep. Being exhausted and everything and she still couldn't sleep. Tilting her head to the side she looked around. Raven and Charles were both in their rooms sleeping peacefully.

Pushing herself up she turned quietly and picked up a small black note book from the desk. It was rude to look through people's belongings, she knew that. But she was curious. She could use the slight fractured light which was coming through the curtains to read the neat hand writing.

Her optimism quickly disappeared though. She didn't understand any of this. Much like the book she had tried to read earlier on. There was no chance of understanding this.

Raising an eyebrow she continued to attempt to read though, what is this? Was a question which popped up quite a bit along with: what does that mean? The more she went on, the more she decided she may as well quit before she got too into this, and became too confused.

"It's my thesis. Though yes, I shall admit it is a work in progress." Hitting herself on the head she frowned. She didn't like someone being in her head. "It doesn't quite work like that," Charles suddenly appeared around the door to his room whispering down at her. He was referring to her hitting herself. All that'd happen from that is hurting herself.

Yawning quietly he shuffled down the corridor. "Trouble sleeping?" She merely nodded, he pointed to the book in her hands. "That'll send you off. It seems to always work for Raven."

"I don't think I can fall asleep from reading this. It's confusing me too much. I can't sleep if I'm confused." She replied quietly while shutting the book and placing it back onto the desk. "Sorry for snooping."

Charles merely waved a hand at her while continuing shuffling towards the kitchen. He reappeared moments later with a glass of water.

"What does it mean?"

Raising an eyebrow he looked to her. "You're generally interested?"

"...I suppose, if it answers some questions."

"What questions do you have?"

"Why are we like this?"

"Ah," Charles sat down in the chair. "The ultimate question."

"Is there an answer?"

"Evolution."

"That's it?"

"Sorry it couldn't be more interesting." He drank some of the water before looking back to her. "Selective evolution, it has to be or why isn't everyone else like us?"

"Special," Margo snorted.

"Excuse me?"

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she turned and looked to him. "Special."

"I suppose that's one way of looking at it." Charles said while not wholly catching onto her strained tone. "I'm sorry but am I missing out on something?"

Margo sighed and laid slowly down. "It doesn't matter." She shut her eyes. "Just...being special has never done me any favours." She looked up at him suddenly.

Shifting in the chair, he placed the glass down and looked to her. "Would you mind if I...?" He asked while gently waving a finger at his head and then hers. He could sense that she wanted to explain her words, yet openly speaking seemed to be troubling her.

"Yes. I would." She said while narrowing her eyes. She didn't want anyone in her head, she stuck by it. Yet, there was something. "I can trust you can't I?"

"Of course."

"It's a little strange seems we hardly know each other." Margo commented.

"As true as that is. We do have a common thing between us."

"You can," she said begrudgingly while sitting up and pushing her hair behind her ears. She glanced up when there was movement. Yet again Charles sat in front of her on the coffee table. "Is this going to hurt?"

"No," he replied honestly, "Just try and relax." She raised an eyebrow at his words. It wasn't going to be an easy thing to do. How could anyone relax with someone rummaging around in their heads? She frowned and leant back slightly when he lifted his hands up. He gave her a look which caused her to stop retreating. She let out a quiet sigh when his fingers pressed gently against her temples. "Just relax." He repeated and watched as she slowly shut her eyes and took to sitting still like a statue.

There was such sadness lingering in her. As a young child she had suffered the loss of losing her brother. A car accident may have taken his life, but it awakened hers, or at least what she was to become. Her family never seemed to recover from that. Her parents failed to recover and became more distant when their only daughter was showing odd signs and traits which other ten year old children didn't show. Things would move on their own accord. Items would lift only to fall back down again. After that a string of doctors appointments happened, of course no one could find what was wrong with her. Not that their was anything wrong with her. It was one thing for these moments to happen but they also happened at school. She'd somehow managed to blow all the lights at one point. Her parents took her out of school and home schooled her. When Margo's behaviour became increasingly stranger - in their eyes - and stronger - it got to the point where heavy wooden furniture would move - they had little choice but to institutionalise her. She had never attended college, nor university, while everyone she used to go to school with did, she missed out.

West Park, that was the hospital she had found herself in. And from day one, she'd been subjected to numerous tests. Painful tests. Upon reaching these the concentration wavered, Charles was close to getting shut out by Margo.

"It's all right," he said calmly. "That's enough." He could figure out what happened after being there for a year or so. Opening his eyes, he looked to her. She suddenly looked exhausted. "You have suffered greatly from those who do not understand. Yet, there's no malice from you."

"Hm," Margo opened her eyes, reaching up she removed his fingers from her temples and looked to him. "When someone is confronted with something that they do not understand. Their first initial line of action is to test it, take it apart, see how it works. I may not have malice. But that does not mean I am a fan of the human race."

"They cannot all be bad."

"You vouch for them?" Margo turned and took to sorting out the pillows. Charles was silent which caused her to look at him simply before laying down. "Good night, Charles." She slowly turned so her back was facing him. He replied simply before moving off slowly. She looked over her shoulder as the sounds of his door opening and closing reached her ears.