Third Person PoV
Being a kind and caring person, Nudge decided she would try to talk to Fang, even though she didn't know him at all. She tripped quietly up the stairs and knocked almost silently on the door. Thinking she heard a response, she poked her head into the room. Then she froze.
Fang was asleep. His jacket and his shirt were lying haphazard on the floor. Scars crisscrossed his skin, there was barely any that didn't have one. Nudge felt herself start to hyperventilate, her fingers started digging into her palm. Fang shifted slightly to face her more fully, and Nudge gasped. There was a long scar stretching all the way across his chest. She lost it then. Memories flooding through her mind, flashing across her eyes. She closed the door and braced her back against it, slowly sliding to the floor and tucking her knees up.
The memories didn't stop coming, so she buried her face in her knees and clamped her hands over her ears. Stop, stop, stop! She urged in her mind, feeling herself starting to unravel. Tears squeezed out of her eyes and streaked down her cheeks. She snapped when the echo of her mother's scream ripped across her consciousness. "Iggy!" she shrieked, scrambling to her feet and rushing down the stairs, sobbing as she went.
Fangs PoV
I jumped awake to a shrill scream right outside my door. "Iggy!" it sounded like Nudge. I quickly pulled my shirt and jacket back on, suddenly anxious about someone seeing my scars, then left my room. When I had reached the second floor, I ran into Max, who had a terrified look on her face. I stopped halfway down the last flight, peering over the railing into the living room. Nudge was clinging desperately to Iggy's neck, sobbing hysterically. "Nudge what happened?" Max asked, coming up behind Nudge and starting to stroke her hair. "He- he's just got so many scars!" she blubbered.
Max's head whipped around to stare at me as my eyes widened. My mind whirred as I tried to figure out how she could have seen them. Wait- crap! I fell asleep with my jacket off and the door unlocked. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! "Who?" Iggy asked, but Nudge couldn't answer, she was crying so hard. Watching her completely freaking out because of me made a heavy weight settle in my stomach. This is all because of you. I thought to myself. "It'll be ok Nudge." Max said soothingly, rubbing her back, but she kept looking at me.
"I'll handle her Max." Iggy said. Max gave him a short answer and started back up the stairs towards me. I turned to run, but before I could even make it a step I felt Maxs hand on my arm. She spun me around and looked me straight in the eye. "We need to talk." She said lowly, and I had a split second to wonder if she was angry before she was dragging me upstairs.
Third Person PoV
Angel also heard Nudges shriek, but she just rolled her eyes and reapplied herself to fixing her makeup. It had smeared after she had started crying in her room after her and Maxs fight. She really had to remember to get some water proof mascara. As she stared at herself in the mirror, she mentally compared herself to some other twelve year old girls she had known. She was much prettier than them. It was obvious. But… was she really empty inside?
She stared deeper into her own light blue eyes. She didn't think she was empty. She just had a hard time understanding other people. She didn't know how to act around others, she didn't know what would make them mad and what would make them sad. She couldn't understand why certain things made them sad or angry, or how certain things made them happy. And she couldn't see why they didn't fawn over her the way she fawned over herself. She was pretty. She had the perfect hair and makeup and the perfect clothes. Didn't they notice? Didn't they see that she was good enough? Apparently they didn't, because they labeled her as narcissistic and sent her away.
Angel felt more tears well up, but she fought them back before they could ruin her makeup again. She forced herself to flip her hair arrogantly the way she always did. So what if they sent her away? They obviously weren't good enough for her if they didn't want her around. They must know that…. Right? Why else would they send her to that horrible place? She wasn't that bad… was she?
Fangs PoV
Max sat me down on my bed, closed the door, then stood in front of me with her hands on her hips. "There aren't going to be any more secrets here." She said. "I'll tell you all about me and the rest of us, but you have to tell me about your own life." "Will you tell the others what I tell you?" I asked, letting my hair fall down to cover my eyes. Max hesitated a moment, then answered, "Only what I have to." "You first." I muttered, twisting my hands into my jacket sleeves. The only scars that were visible when I wore it were a few across my knuckles and the very tip of one that peeked out of my collar. "Alright. Let's start with Iggy.
"He's sixteen, and he wasn't born blind. That happened when he was fourteen, when he got in a fight at school and the kid had a knife." I shuddered. "His parents sent him to a rehabilitation place, where he stayed for a year. He was the first to come here, about a year ago. Nudge is 15, she arrived about 9 months ago, after all that stuff with her parents went down. The state was concerned about her mental condition, and she was in a mental hospital for 10 months before coming here. Gazzy is 14. He has ADHD. He was only in a hospital for a month before coming here 5 months ago. His behavior was so crazy and out of control that his parents just couldn't keep up with him and thought it would be easier to pass him on to someone else."
Poor kid. He's gotta have some pent up anger over that somewhere. "Angel is 12, and she's narcissistic. Her parents noticed it when she was around ten, and sent her away when she was eleven. She spent 6 months in a hospital and she arrived here four months ago." That made sense. "So you've talked about everyone." I said slowly, then looked up to meet her eyes. "But what about you?"
(A/N Ta-da. There you go, everyones backstory except for Maxs, which should be next chapter. That should be fun.
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