"Hello, Constance you look amazing today, how are you feeling?" She looked down, her brown eyes were saddened with something I could understand like the back of my hand. Grief.
"I'm okay A, it's just I'm really tired from staying up all night. Insomnia kills, literally." I laughed at her jokes, but I think she could tell it was fake. She seemed like a photocopy of herself with crossed out emotions. Like they just weren't there, the sadness seeped in to the supposed 'happy' emotions. Before she was genuine, real. Now she's just, fake.
" I understand," I want to understand you, is what I wanted to stay. You can understand someone only so much. Now I feel like I'm starting at stage one, again. " Just remember to get some rest, wouldn't want you dying on me. That would make me a very bad guardian angel!" We chatted for a while then someone came in.
" Hey, slut!" A girl with a short, and I mean short, skirt with a skin tight shirt. Constance pops her head up and instantly pales at the sight. The girl walks up to us and I almost forgot that I'm invisible to her eye. "What're you doing here, you know this is MY place to hang out and relax? Especially to get away from people like you, losers who don't belong in this world. Let alone in my presence." My blood was boiling at this point. In my head I'm screaming.
" How dare you mess with her, you know nothing about her. If anything you're the one that shouldn't belong." That's on the inside, but the outside is dead silent. When I slip away from Constance, she snaps her head toward me. confused. I just smirk.
I grab little-miss-perfect's hair and give a yank. And my plan works, she falls the way I pulled and hits her head on a table. Not hard enough to do any real damage. Also in front of the only camera around, so that Constance can't be blamed for this. I gesture for Constance to follow me and she does.
Constance and I talk for hours about how I was able to to do that and some other questions. She tells me who the girl is, her name is Monica Lawrence. She's the girl you want to be friends, but don't want to tell anything. If you and her ever get in a fight, she will expose you. Even if it isn't true. I leave her satisfied with my answers and say my goodbyes. I immediately found myself back in the helper's room.
