"Hell is a teenage girl."
"Are... are you seriously quoting Jennifer's Body to me right now? Honestly, I was expecting a Carrie quote."
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Carrie Whittemore is someone you would never notice if given the circumstance. She's number two for e...
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Carrie followed after the girl who erupted into tears and fled from the class. Finstock didn't even try to stop the two. Carrie had seen her slipping into the girls' restroom, not noticing the withering gaze of Isaac Lahey following her from the window through the door of his classroom. The brunette burst through the door and knocked on the stall she had heard crying come from.
"Lydia?" Carrie called hearing the cries held back, but no response. "It's Carrie, can I come in?" She asked.
Lydia gave a bittersweet laugh. "What, so you and your brother both want to harass me?" Carrie had confusion coming off of her in waves.
"I don't understand, Lydia. Please let me in." Carrie begged, hear the scoff and then the stall door unlock. Carrie entered and immediately enveloped the girl in her arms.
Lydia didn't release the flood gates, instead, she just stiffened. Carrie pulled away awkwardly and look over the girl who started to shake her head. "You should go, Carrie," Lydia told her, about ready to drag the girl out of the stall when Carrie held up her hands.
"Wait, please just-" Carrie paused when Lydia stopped moving and stood up, putting distance between the two. "I'm going to say some things and you don't have to agree with me, but just please listen." Lydia didn't move from her spot, but her cold gaze zeroed in on the girl.
"You're seeing things."
Lydia's lips pressed into a thin line.
"You can't explain how or why."
Lydia ducked her head.
"You do things like you're on autopilot. Not realizing you're doing them. Or you don't even remember doing them."
Lydia's hands balled into fists.
"It only started happening after you were attacked."
Lydia looked up at Carrie, her big green eyes were filled with tears making them look glassy and she nodded, letting out a shaky breath. Carrie took Lydia's hand and lead her out of the stall and by the sink where she grabbed a tissue, gently rubbing at the strawberry blonde's mascara stains.
"I've been a shitty friend, haven't I?" Carrie asked the girl who gave a weak nod. The brunette pulled out her makeup bag and began to fix the rest of Lydia's makeup.
"It sounds like you're going through something like I am?" Lydia asked curiously, but Carrie shook her head.
"I used to, when I first got adopted, I had PTSD. And it was really bad, there were times on the playground where everything was fine and dandy and then somebody would raise their hand and I would just start freaking out." Carrie paused seeing Lydia's eyes focused onto her.
"One day, I remember seeing my mom, in class. She was writing something on the whiteboard and that's weird because my mom died and had been dead for a while. The only reason I recognized her was from the pictures." Carrie stumbled, not looking Lydia in the eyes and shook her head.
