Chapter Twenty-Eight – Torture Me

The two girls sighed simultaneously. Their eyes darted across the Irma's bedroom, obviously bored. Sometimes Irma's deep blue would meet the other girls chocolate brown eyes, only to have Will look away.

For the past week or so, at least one of Irma's friends were with her. Even when she went to the bathroom, one of the girls would tail her, and wait outsidethe door. By now each girl had slept over at her house, today being Will's turn, and she had slept over at Hay Lin's and Taranee's, too. Irma was now planning her little speech to get rid of them, but how did she tell them to get lost, nicely?

Now the sleepovers were getting boring, especially for Irma, who was forced to do many of the regular sleepover games many times over.

Will stared at Irma, who was completely bored. She couldn't blame her; she herself was ready to claw her own eyes out. Still, no matter what, she couldn't leave. After someone had broken into Irma's house, the girls had a guardian meeting, minus Irma. It was decided that Irma should never be alone, and one of the girls had to be with her at all times. They solved the problem of when they were at school by using Caleb. It was a flawed plan, but a plan nevertheless. Now, the girls were out of school for winter break.

"Will…"

"Irma…" The girls both started at the same time.

"You go first." The two spoke the same words, and giggled. This was usually what happened in cartoons, comics, books, and of course FANFICTION, but rarely did it happen in real life.

"I'll go first… um…" Will said, but she had no idea why she had even said the water guardian's name.

An annoying silence took over the room, and Irma stared at Will, expectantly.

"Hh…" Then Will blurted out the first question that came to her mind, "WHY ARE ALL THESETHINGS HAPPENING TO YOU?"

Irma's eyebrow rose, as she stared at her friend. "What do you mean?" she questioned.

"Erm… Uh… You know… the robbery… and … the um… you know… uh…" Will babbled, having no idea what to say.

"Rape?" Irma said, dully. Will gaped at her friend. How could she just say those words? And just how could she keep on smiling, when her life was a series of unfortunate events?

"Will, I can take care of myself." Irma started, and Will felt uncomfortable. "Words don't scare me. Once you've been as much as I've been through, you just learn you can't let little things get you down."

"But they aren't little things." Will reminded. "And… you really haven't told us… or at least ME how much you've been through. You have to remember, I wasn't here as long as the others… and I probably know of your past the least."

Irma was silent, but not for long. Nothing could really silence the brunette. "Do you really want to know what I've been through? Okay then, I'll tell you. My mom died," Irma started, but was interrupted.

"What? I thought she was home schooling you! When did this happen?" Will cried.

Irma glowered at her friend.

"Oh… yea… I forgot… She's your step mom… she just looks a lot like you… heh." Will said, calming down, her face flushed.

"Yea, but in each comic she looks less like me every time she is shown." Irma pointed out.

"Eh?"

"Never mind," Irma said, waving her hand to dismiss the statement. "Anyways, as I was saying, my mom died when I was three, and I was forced to watch her die of some stupid disease, which, by the way, was hereditary. When they discovered it passed onto me, they time to help me. So from then on to the beginning of middle school, I was constantly getting surgery to get rid of it. Finally the darned surgeons patched me up, and I was back home, for good. As the whole thing was going on, my dad got remarried, and had another child. So then, when I was finally home, I went in to depression. It was hard to see my dad happy with another woman, and hugging another child, one that didn't have my mom's blood." Irma paused.

"So, for until this whole guardian thing began, I secretly saw the school counselor, to help me with 'my problems'. After the whole guardian thing started, I started to feel better. I was actually happy, and I didn't need to put up a masquerade to pretend I was A-Okay."

Will stared at Irma, in shock. She never expected this kind of past from Irma.

"And if you tell anyone about what I just told you, I promise I will deny it all, and kick your butt." Irma said.

Will nodded, dumbly, and then quietly asked, "But why you?"

Irma was silent, as she gathered what to say. "Because the author and fanfiction writer like to torture me."

"Huh?"

Author Note – It is finally summer break; I will be able to update more! Thank you for all the nice reviews! I am so upset I missed the 2nd episode of W.I.T.C.H.!

And yes, I made up some of that stuff… most of it, actually, lol.

And I had this chapter written for a while know... fanfiction just wasn't letting me post it. :( So sorry! And sorry it is a terrible chapter, too. It's so... dumb.