Red Leaves and Polaroids

"How's school?" Dany asked quietly, the car was completely silent, Arya was sitting in the passenger seat, reading. The Giver. Dany had always hated that book.

"It's good."

"...I'm sorry about last night."

"Don't be sorry." said Arya, looking down, "It's okay that you see things, it must be hard. I knew a kid with schizophrenia once in 4th grade. He didn't have it like you have it though, his was really mild."

If you tell her, I'll murder you.

"...The voice told me to... she told me to poison you."

Stupid slut.

Arya froze, "Did you do it?"

Dany squeezed her eyes shut and nodded, Quaithe exhaled heavily in her ear and hot tears spilled down her face. Arya looked into her lap and closed her book.

"She said she'd kill me if I didn't...I'm so sorry..."

"Don't apologize. You stopped me, right? That's all that matters."

"I won't do it again, I promise, I just... I don't usually listen to her."

"You miss them." said Arya, her greyish-blue eyes fixed on Dany's purple ones, "We all do, and when we miss people we love, we do stupid things. When my mom died, I broke a girl's wrist, when my dad died before that, I ended up on the other side of the city because I wanted to go and look for him." Arya exhaled, she seemed so much older than thirteen, her TNA jacket seemed to swallow her skinny shoulders. Dany suddenly felt like a little girl getting a talking to from her older sister,

"I understand if you're creeped out. A lot of people are."

"...I'm not scared. You're nice, you wouldn't ever hurt anyone if you had the choice." Arya looked down and a piece of dark brown hair fell in her face, "It's just that we always do what people tell us to do, even if those people are just hallucinations."

Dany stopped the car outside Arya's school, "Thanks for understanding." You are a worthless whore. You are a disgusting, worthless little cunt. Quaithe raged, yanking Dany's hair, Arya noticed the look on her face.

"What's she doing?"

"...Nothing... Have a good day at school."

Arya smiled and hugged Dany.

It felt weird, most of the other people in the apartment didn't touch her because of the way she flinched away from contact, and Daario never showed that kind of affection.

"Have fun doing makeup all day." Arya smirked, Dany laughed and drove away. It wasn't until she was halfway down the block when she noticed Arya had left her book on the dashboard.

...

The office of the elementary school made Dany's eyes hurt. Graduation pictures everywhere, bright yellow walls and a bored-looking secretary.

You are a stupid bitch. You should have just killed her.

"Hi, uhm, I'm Arya Stark's sister's roommate." Dany awkwardly held up the book, her hands were shaking violently, "She left this is my car."

"OH, you can just head up to Room 213, she'll be there."

Dany smiled and walked slowly out of the office. She heard Quaithe muttering something unintelligible. She made it up the stairs, feeling like the building was expanding and every step she took was longer and longer...

...Until she found herself there.

Everyone hates you, Dany.

She gently pushed the door open, a male teacher looked at her with confusion,

"Sorry... uh, Arya?" she said, holding up the book, Arya stood up and walked over,

"Thanks." she said softly. Dany blinked and at the back of the class thought she saw the woman from her dream, startled, she blinked violently to get her to go away. She wouldn't. "Dany?" Arya whispered, "What's back there?"

The woman smiled and said, in Quaithe's voice, "I killed them, Daenerys."

The eighth graders didn't react, Arya went back to her seat, and Dany left, scared and confused.

...

Dany burst into the salon, sweating and breathless.

"I'm here! I'm here, sorry." Several customers turned to stare,

"I was really worried." said Sansa, Doreah and Jhiqui nodded in agreement.

"Arya left her book in my car, and I took it back to her, Sansa, can I talk to you?" Dany eyed Doreah and Jhiqui, Doreah dove behind the front desk only to be kicked in the shoulder by Missandei, Jhiqui scurried away with a smirk on her face.

"Is this about last night?"

"You know that voice?" You bitch, don't tell another person, you worthless whore. "The one I always hear?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"...It told me... uh, it told me to poison Arya, to put bleach in her food."

Sansa froze, a look of raw fear and confusion on her face, "Oh. Well, she's okay, though, that's all that matters."

"You're pretty nonchalant about this whole thing, she could have died."

"And you technically saved her life." Dany didn't say anything. "Now, I need to get back to work before Irri stabs me or some shit."

I'll stab you tonight.

"No you won't."

You were being so good last night, Drogo would have been proud of you for following instructions so well. I love it when you listen to me, Daenerys. You're so much less worthless and stupid when you listen.

Dany reached into her pocket and withdrew her Clozaril. Quaithe's voice got louder in her ears the closer the pill got to her lips.

You fucking slut, don't you dare take that pill, if you take that pill, I will-

"Dany." Irri said from across the salon, pointing to a girl at the front desk, she had light brown hair. Dany went over to her desk, ignoring Quaithe's frantic muttering.

"Hi." said Dany softly, the girl sat down,

"I, uh, I have a party to go to tonight, I want to look hot. Something hot. I'm also gonna be wearing dark yellow."

"Okay..." Dany whispered, dipping a brush into a white eyeshadow.

"I'm Jeyne, by the way, Jeyne Poole."

"Dany."

"Your hair's really pretty." said Jeyne in a perky voice, "How do you get it that light blonde? It's almost white..."

"It is white. It's a genetic deformity. Kind of like albinism but not."

"Yeah, 'cause your eyebrows are brown. My hair's the colour of dirt."

"I like it."

"Yeah, my friend is black and she really wants blonde hair but I don't know why she'd want it because black hair is sexaaayyy." Jeyne remarked, "The girl at the desk is hot, damn, I'm seriously questioning my sexuality right now."

Dany ran black eyeliner over Jeyne's eyelid, Quaithe glared at her. Just glared. As the Clozaril began to take over, Dany thought she saw her brandishing a knife.