Part 2: "You have a visitor."
She was bored. She was
impatient. She was hungry. These were just some of the things Faith had learnt
in prison to tolerate and stifle (when she could). Stifling them was very difficult though, she hated talking to the
other inmates in their 'recreation' time, she had always been a loner and
always would be. Talking was how most of the prisoners kept sane, it was, after
all, a lot better than running around the exercise yard or playing on the
broken table tennis table. But not Faith, she had other ways of keeping sane.
From day 1 until the present day Faith had thought a great deal. In her
'recreation' time she had thought. When she was doing her chores and scrubbing
out the toilets she had thought. What she thought about only she knew, her
fellow convicts had no idea what went on behind that vacant expression and she
was general known as 'psycho chick', of course Faith knew about this but it
didn't bother her…much. Sometimes like all of us, she didn't know why she
bothered carrying on. Some nights she cried herself to sleep. Sometimes she
needed somebody. Everybody needs somebody.
She repositioned herself more comfortably and ran her fingernails
across the bars across the top of her cell door. She began humming softly to
herself.
'I wonder what Angel, B and
all the Scoobies are doing right now', she thought to herself. After her last
meeting with Buffy it had become quite apparent that she was never going to
forgive her, she remembered it like it was yesterday,
Buffy glared at Angel, Faith sat on the bed trying to
think of what to say. "Do you have any idea what she did to me," Buffy said
dangerously quietly.
"Yes," replied Angel coolly.
"Do you care?" she returned icily.
"Buffy?" Faith whispered as she hung her head, "I….."
"Apologise and I will beat you to death" spat Buffy. Faith knew that Buffy would love to do nothing better that just that, she was hoping and praying for something to happen to her, Faith could tell.
"Bitch!" Faith screamed out
loud, caught up in the moment.
"Keep it down!" the prison
guard shouted from down the corridor.
Faith wasn't bothered by
this in the slightest, "I hate you, you don't understand what its like for me,
you won't forgive me and, and.. I don't care!"
"I'm warning you.." came the
voice again.
"I don't care B, I don't
give a damn!" she gave a hysterical laugh, "I'm fine see, fine!"
"QUIET!!!!!!" came the much
louder voice, " Shut up you loony, just because you don't have any friends
doesn't mean you have to invent them!"
This however did get through
to Faith, "PISS OFF!" she screamed before bursting into tears. He was right, no
friends. Buffy didn't deserve that, she had cared. She had tried, it was more
than some people had done. "I'm stupid", she sobbed, "I'm a stupid idiot."
"Hey!" a voice from outside
her door came, startling her, "you've got a visitor."
The door swung open to
reveal…Angel. That was good, she loved seeing him but…. he looked…terrible. His
eyes were puffy and dull and he looked tired and ill.
"Angel?" she gasped, "what….?"
"It's Buffy," said Angel.
"When isn't it?" snorted
Faith, "decided to stop talking to you? Got a new boyfriend? Come on, be more
specific!"
"Well its…." Angel
continued.
" She's always getting you
down isn't she? She hates me, you know. She always will and I mean I tried to
say sorry but…" Faith interrupted.
"Faith", said Angel.
"She wouldn't listen and I
really did try you know, but I worry sometimes that when I'm free she's gonna
try for revenge or whatever and then….
"FAITH!" choked Angel.
"What?" said Faith.
"Buffy is dead", he
whispered.
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