Laughing.
They were laughing.
And at her, no less.
She was giving a presentation in class and they were laughing, as if she was some joke.
Who were they to laugh at her? She had spent all night working on the slides, put her love into each and everyone of them and they had the audacity to mock her? She didn't even know what she had done, but it sounded like Chang had decided to say something out loud that got everyone going. And it sounded like it was pretty damn funny, because everyone was laughing. Shirley, Abed, Troy, Britta, Pierce, even Jeff.
She normally tried to stay strong in these situations, not to break down... No, mustn't break down. Not after what happened last time... But it felt like she wasn't going to be able to manage it today. She excused herself and hurried out as quickly as she could, already feeling the tears well up.
She managed to get into the bathroom before anyone could see her and ask "What's wrong?" as if they cared at all about her.
She had a pathological fear of embarassment that manifested back after her pills freak-out. She was doing her best to try to stop herself from breaking down completely, and it wasn't enough. Sitting on a toilet, stall locked, knees up so she could cry into them, she finally gave in.
She sat in the stall for what felt like hours, caught in introspection. Inside her head, she argued with herself.
"They don't care about you. They never did."
"No, that can't be! They always helped me and were nice!"
"You fool, they all had their reasons. Jeff, after all, wanted you."
"But... but..."
"That's right. You can't counter that, can you? Admit it. They don't care."
"They..."
"Louder."
"They never cared."
"Again."
"They never cared."
"They never cared about...?"
"They never cared about me."
"There we go."
After almost two hours in the stall, she finally opened the door. Looking in the mirror, she felt different. She felt new. She felt stronger. She felt... good. She felt like a giant burden had been lifted from her. She fixed her hair, took a deep breath, and picked up her bag. She didn't worry about what they thought any more.
After all, they never cared.
Authors Notes: Well, I haven't had a chance to write much, and my usual style is kind of gone. This will be my attempt to get back to where I was, so this story might be kinda rough. I had the idea a few days ago, and it has pestered me ever since.
Don't expect a nice Annie, expect her to be dark. Evil.
A killer.