AN: This is probably the longest chapter I have ever written for any of my stories, so happy day for that. Here's the chapter.

"I can't do it cause my life's a wreck." -Foster the People

Chapter Three

Tuesday night Hadeel was sitting on the couch when her mother came home from work with a grumpy frown on her face. Hadeel's mother worked at a small private school just outside of Gotham, she always came home with tales of bad students and irritating teachers that made Margo, Alana, and their father laugh. Hadeel had grown rather tired of all the stories about how everything her mother did was wrong and that all her students were horrible little buggers and brats, she knew by now that her mother like to exaggerate.

She usually came home with some smear of an angry emotion on her face, today was no exception, as she had been required to stay after school for a meeting with some of the other teachers. She didn't really like any of the other teachers, and had once called them bitches and bastards, it was perhaps the only time that Hadeel had laughed out loud at her mother. As children Hadeel and her siblings had been told relentlessly that cursing was bad, even the remark shut up had been frowned upon during her childhood. But as they grew older and her elder brothers started swearing like sailors everyone else began to loosen up a little bit. Hadeel had gone through a phase of cursing in high school, feeling that she had grown up and could use such words because of her age, the feeling of maturity didn't last long.

There was no point to use such words that might hurt someone carelessly, so she switched back to insults like butthead, mean face, and garden hoe. Mainly whenever she used these insults the other person in the argument would be so surprised by what she said it would cause them to lose interest and just laugh at her. Which was fine with Hadeel, as long as they weren't yelling at each other anymore.

What really bothered her was how freely her sisters cursed and screamed at her when they were angry; they didn't know the affect of their words and would carry on a few hours later as if nothing had happened. Despite being the elder sibling in the apartment her sisters never listened to Hadeel, so Hadeel, in turn, didn't listen to them either, or at least she tried to. Sometimes when they would curse at her she would promise herself that perhaps she wouldn't speak to Alana anymore to show her that she was angry. But that never lasted long, because Hadeel would realize that she really didn't want to show her sister that what she said had harmed her.

Regardless of this it was when Hadeel's mother and father cursed about things that it was funny, and her mother looked about ready to burst open and spills all her colorful words onto the carpet.

"How was work and the meeting?" Margo asked sitting down at the kitchen table. For some reason she liked their mothers stories the best, maybe it was because she could use some of the stories against the kids, since she was about the same age as most of their mother's students.

"You remember that one English teacher, Mrs. Darks?" Their mother questioned of them with an impatient look on her face.

"The mean one?" Alana asked coming into the kitchen suddenly.

"Yes, today she made me cover her class when she-," that was when Hadeel had heard enough and decided to walk away.

Her mother never had anything nice to say about Mrs. Darks, they had never even met the women and except for hearing about her from their mother they didn't even know the reason behind all her terrible behavior. Hadeel was never one to take someone's word for what something or someone was like, she wanted to find out for herself if someone was a real jerk or if they were going through a hard time.

It would be another hour before her father would get home and they would have dinner as a family, or separately depending on whether or not their father would come home angry or marginally happy. He worked at an insurance company in the city, doing claims for car accidents and other crashes, some days he came home happy, and some days he came home spitting mad. On the days that he came home mad Alana, Margo, and Hadeel knew to stay away from him, because he could be mean and hurtful, targeting anyone that passed his line of sight.

Going to her room silently Hadeel opened the door and walked in to smell the scent of her favorite candle that she had lit when she got home from work, she usually left it on for about an hour so the smell would linger for a few days. Closing her door with a sigh she went over to her desk to blow it out before she completely forgot about it. Taking a book from her bookshelf she turned on her laptop and went to her saved music file, selecting a track called Rainstorm she plugged it into her speakers and went to lay on her bed.

It was a calming thing that Hadeel liked to do. The speakers were old and couldn't play base notes to save its life, and one of the speakers had blown out and was terribly soft when it played music but Hadeel didn't care. As long as the sound of rain and the occasional thunder filled her room she was happy.

Trying her best to bury her thoughts into her book Hadeel sighed when once again her thoughts went towards Bane and the conversation they had had the day before. Even when she had been at work her thoughts were consumed with him, his voice echoed in her head while his cold eyes made her frown and shiver at the memory. It had been a long time since someone had called her out on her lies and known when she was telling the truth or not, and he had picked her apart like she was nothing.

This made her angry and confused, and yet she couldn't help but feel that something was pulling her back towards the man. She wanted to talk to him again, to see him again. Perhaps it was the simple fact that someone knew that she had lied that gave her this feeling, and that he had known. It made her feel as if she was less alone, but at the same time she never felt as lonely as she did right now as she thought about him. It was a strange feeling, something that made Hadeel cringe and want to get away from, save that she had nowhere to go.

Picking up her book again she tried to read a couple more pages, but her eyes were unfocused and the words started to blur as a small wave of pain washed over her mind and body. This caused her to flinch and drop the book right onto her face as she had been holding it right above her head. Feeling angry at herself and at the book as well she threw it on the ground.

"Stupid book," she growled letting the noise escape her throat.

Her phone vibrated on the table next to her bed with a numb sounding noise, she rarely left the thing on because the battery would die and she would forget to recharge it, but she was waiting for a text from a coworker so she'd left it on. Grabbing at the device she opened the message to see that it was her friend, the one that she'd left the day before, it was a simple message that merely said hi.

Glaring at her phone she put it back on the table and got into a sitting position on her bed, she didn't want to talk to her right now or at all for that matter. She was still angry at her for not understanding that Hadeel was angry with her, but perhaps that was more Hadeel's fault than hers. How can one blame someone for not knowing something when one acts as if nothing has happened and everything is fine? And yet Hadeel was still hopeful that there would be someone that would be able to tell when she was upset, that someone would know even when she was trying her best to hide it.

But there was no one like that.

Even when there was a boy she liked, and he seemed to like her back she couldn't believe him when he said that she was not worthless and that she was cute. For there were times when her sisters would whisper under her breath how worthless and ugly she was, of course it was out of anger, but there are some things one just doesn't forget. So when he tried to get close to her and care for her, she'd pushed him away, and that's what she did to everyone else who asked her how she was. Every day she was fine, maybe a little tired or frazzled, she was never sad, or angry, or bitter about anything.

Hadeel had created such a good mask to hide who she was that she had become the mask, and now no one knew the real her, she wasn't even sure if she knew the real her. It was fine though, everything was always fine.

As another stab of pain flowed through her veins a knock sounded at her door, Hadeel went over to her laptop and paused the rain before a voice started to speak to her.

"Next Tuesday you'll be hanging out in a hospital bed, doesn't that make you feel weird?" Her mother's voice asked from outside the door.

Hadeel froze for a second, her mind suddenly flashing back to the memory of white walls and the putrid smell of medicine. The never ending sound of wheels going down the hallway as nurses pushed new patients to their rooms and old ones somewhere else, the feeling of cold morphine stretching through her vein and up her arm. The memory of blood loss and dead bodies.

Closing her eyes tightly Hadeel held back a few tears that started to form beneath her eyelids; she hated that place, that building.

"Yeah," she responded feeling empty. "It sure does," she muttered letting her voice fade out at the end.

"Everyone's eating their own food tonight, so don't forget to make something for yourself," she said before Hadeel could hear her footsteps going down the hall.

Her voice got tight for a moment as she slumped against her desk trying to ignore the pain that came from her kidneys.

"I don't want to go back there," Hadeel whispered to herself softly.

She didn't eat anything that night, after talking to her mother through the door Hadeel didn't even leave her room again, her mind was plagued with thoughts and memories of the hospital and of Bane. Would he be there tomorrow like he had said he would? Again she questioned herself as to whether or not she cared, she still very much enjoyed his voice, and the way he spoke, asking all the questions she didn't want to answer. What question would he ask next?

030

Due to reoccurring and crucial pain Hadeel had a restless night of sleep, if one could even call what she had spent the night doing sleep, for it seemed that she woke up every twenty minutes and tired to go back to sleep. She felt awful that morning, and her father had suggested that she stay home from school but she merely shrugged off that idea, she was going to miss school when she had surgery so she wouldn't take a day off because she hadn't gotten any sleep. Her body would just have to deal with the fact that she wasn't going to give up and stay home.

In her first class of the day, which was a math class, one of Hadeel's friends asked if she was okay, Hadeel just smiled and reassured her friend that she was just having a bad morning, when her friend tried to pry further Hadeel asked her how her morning had been. That got her to change the subject and soon the class was filled with nothing but the constant drone of the math professor in the front of the room.

Hadeel felt awful, she'd taken her pain medication and yet it had done nothing to nullify the constant agony that she was in; she hadn't eaten anything that morning because she felt that if she did it would come back up in a nasty way. Hadeel had to agree that sometimes when she felt sick and felt like vomiting the best thing to do was to vomit and get it over with, but she never liked the vomiting part of it.

Her next class was Sociology, where she sat in the back of the room with another one of her friends, this time the girl next to her didn't seem to notice that Hadeel was feeling overly horrid. Probably because Hadeel was doing her very best to hide it because she simply did not want to answer any more questions about what was happening.

She got through her next class just fine as well, taking sleepy notes that turned into a drawing of Ammit the devourer from Egyptian religion. When that class ended Hadeel walked lazily down the stairs and looked to see if her group of friends were sitting at the same table they were at every day, only one of the group was there. Hadeel smiled at the guy and explained that she needed to get something from her house and would see them again on Monday; she then walked out into the cold and towards the other building.

She didn't need to go home, she just didn't want to sit down at a table and pretend to be happy today, because she really wasn't happy at all today. Her body was screaming at her to eat and rest, and yet she was at school teetering though her classes and doing her best to ignore the pain that threatened her whenever she breathed. Another part of it was that the friend that she had ignored would be sitting at the table and she really didn't want to deal with that matter right now, not that she ever wanted to deal with it, but just not today. Not when she was already feeling like crap.

First Hadeel dropped off her stuff in the art room, even though class didn't star for another hour and a half students could still leave their stuff in the room until it was time for class. Art people are usually good about the fact that they don't mess with other art people's stuff, so it was okay to leave bags and portfolio's in the room. Already one of her classmates was in the room and working on something, which made Hadeel a little befuddled, she liked art, but not that much.

Walking down the steps to a more secluded part of the other building Hadeel opened the doors and wandered inside towards the tables, if there was anything that the college had a lot of it was chairs and tables. People have to sit down and do their homework, and compared to almost everything else chairs and tables are cheap, so why not have a bunch of them.

Carefully Hadeel sat down at one of the tables, there was no one else in the vicinity so she felt as if she could relax a little bit and stretch about if she needed to. The only bag she still had was a small green one that was supposed to be for a gasmask but recently she had replaced the mask with her medicine and art supplies. Taking the bag out onto the table she started to collect some spit into her mouth before she took another pain killer in the hope that it would numb some of the pain in her side. The awkward feeling of a pill going down her throat made Hadeel shiver, she hated taking pills, after surgery she would have to take a handful of them every day.

Using the bag as a sort of pillow Hadeel let her head rest on the green fabric, the feeling of tubes of paint jabbing against her cheek was annoying and so finally she settled for her arm. A song found its way into her head and she couldn't help but feel the need to let it resonate through the area around her. Would it sound like it did when she was in the shower, or in her room?

"You look like you've been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel," she started to sing through her arms as her head rested on the table still. Humming the next line of the song Hadeel felt a little dumb for not being able to remember it, she could never remember that line of the song. "Your waitress was miserable and so was your food," she sang letting her voice fill the empty space around her.

It was a nice sort of sound, to hear ones voice and to think that it sounded good, the softness of her voice was something that Hadeel had started in twelfth grade because she couldn't hit high notes when her voice was clear. So she'd developed her own sort of singing voice, one that was more breathy and shallow, she liked it enough to want to sing when she was alone.

"If you're gonna try to walk on water make sure you wear your comfortable shoes," she sang shifting her eyes around to make sure no one was watching or listening to her. "Woah-oh, Piledriver," for a moment her voice was loud before she remembered Monday and Bane. Suddenly frowning she remembered that he liked to call her little Songbird, and that he had patted her on the head like she was a small child who needed praise. He wouldn't find her singing today if she could help it. Remembering the whole conversation again Hadeel's mind was drawn back to when he said he'd tell her what he wanted in return for the keys when he figured it out. What could the man possibly want? Money? A new coat because he liked to collect them? Probably not a coat.

His masked face popped into her head as he had leaned forward towards her and called her a liar. That's right, she was a liar.

With that thought running though her mind Hadeel closed her eyes gently and let sleep consume her, her mind became blank with much needed rest as a man began to walk down the stairs towards where he had heard someone singing.

030

Bane had gotten to the college the same time as he had Monday, sneaking in without much notice he planned to watch Hadeel while she had her break before her last class, but she wasn't there. The table filled with her friends was the same except that she wasn't among them as she usually was. The laughter seemed to be the same, just as the smiles were, even without her lying smiling face there her friends moved on without her.

Grumbling to himself Bane walked back towards the stairs so he could leave the building, glancing out the window he saw a familiar figure walking into the same building he had met Hadeel in the other night. From the way she walked he could tell that she was tired, the sluggish way she took her steps and the slump in her form as she pulled open the door and disappeared inside. He'd wondered since Monday what the medicine she had could be for; of course there were a number of things that the medicine could be for. He would just have to figure out for himself because she would more than likely not tell him.

When Bane entered the building he walked towards the same table that she had been at the other night, seeing that she wasn't there he took careful steps, listening to see if his Songbird would call out to him. Walking past another set of stairs Bane stopped when he heard a soft voice fade out slowly, it was a different song a different melody, but the same voice, the same sound as his little Songbird.

She wasn't singing anymore when his eyes finally caught sight of her form a few minutes later, she had hid herself away in the back of the building, away from all the familiar faces that she knew or didn't know but still recognized. Feeling familiar questions rise in his throat he saw the slow breath intake and outtake of her body, telling him that she was sleeping, her head buried in her arms.

Going over next to her Bane saw the familiar orange color of a container of pills peaking out at him from inside a bag she was holding next to her. Feeling a bit of excitement rise within him Bane carefully grabbed the bag from her loose grip before taking it over to a different table a few feet from hers. Sitting down in a chair he slowly started to take the items out of the bag one by one until finally he had six tubes of paint, a bag of paintbrushes and pencils, and three orange containers of pills.

The first container read CIPROFLOXACIN, and had instructions that the patient take it twice daily for ten days, and that they should drink a lot of water while taking the medication. Bane knew this to be a type of antibiotic, for what, he didn't know, but at least he was getting some information about what was wrong with the girl. The next container of pills was called KETORLAC, the instructions being to take one tablet three times daily, it also said to drink a lot of water, a full glass. The last container of pills had a few different kinds of pills in it and no label, which didn't help him at all.

Ketorlac was a type of pain killer, Bane knew that much, it would explain the look of agony that she had been hiding away from him and all her friends for the past few days, perhaps she had another container of the pills. The one in his hands was almost empty. This information still didn't tell him why she needed the pills, another question to ask her maybe?

Staring over at the girl Bane saw that even in sleep her face twisted into an expression of pain, it was different to see that sort of expression on her face. In the few days that he had seen and observed her expression she made a point to always cover up anything that didn't look happy or silly, so this was new. If he watched his little Songbird for a long time would he get to see all her expressions?

030

Slowly Hadeel opened her eyes to see the expanse of floor and chairs in front of her, taking a few seconds to remember where exactly she was her brain suddenly clicked into place when she remembered that she had class. Taking out her phone quickly Hadeel turned it on and waited impatiently for it to show her what time it was. Widening her eyes in an odd sort of glare she growled when it took too long.

"Hurry up you piece of poo," she muttered irritated.

Finally her phone turned on and she saw that it was already 6:15pm, which meant that her class had started fifteen minutes ago and she had been sleeping for almost two hours.

Frantically she looked for her bag, grabbing it when she turned and saw it next to her; also catching a glance at Bane sitting at a table a few feet away from her she more or less ignored him in her frenzy. Suddenly turning towards him again she caught eyes with him to see that he looked very much amused.

"Oh hi Bane," she mumbled quickly before standing up. Finally her brain registered that he was there and all but jumped to turn at him. "When did you get here?" She asked in a bit of a shriek. Had he seen her sleeping like a bear in hibernation?

"Did you know that when you sleep your face gives off the expression of pain?" The man asked her simply. The question took Hadeel aback slightly, how was she supposed to know what she looked like when she was asleep?

"How would I know that?" She questioned in a bit of a sarcastic voice. Her face scrunched into an angry sort of expression that looked only silly in Bane's eyes.

"That's what the medicine is for isn't it?" He asked going back to the subject of medicine.

Walking away from Bane slightly Hadeel turned her head over her shoulder before responding to him in a stubborn but childish voice.

"Maybe," she muttered before looking forward again. "I'm late for class, buh bye," she called putting the bag across her shoulder before sprinting towards the stairs. What did he do? Take out all her pills and read everything that was on the bottle? No, that would be a little weird.

Right as she took her first stride up the step the front of her shoe caught the tip of the stair and she plummeted forwards and into the welcoming stairwell. Of course it hurt when she hit the concrete of the stairs, she just hadn't been expecting to hear a chuckle from behind her when she fell and barely caught herself with her arms. Her legs had still knocked against the stairs and caused her some pain but at least she was mostly okay.

Turning sharply towards Bane Hadeel glared darkly at him with nothing more than embarrassment on her face as she blushed darkly.

"Take your time, little Songbird, the world will not run off without you," he said earning a huff from Hadeel before she got up and ran off.

"What a butthead," she mumbled to herself.

Making it to class not two minutes later Hadeel smiled and checked to see if her teacher had even noticed, Hadeel couldn't tell because her teacher wasn't even in the room at the moment. No one had looked up when she opened the door; it seemed as if they didn't notice her at all. This made Hadeel slump slightly, did it matter if she even came to class at all?

Letting her crappy mood envelop her feelings Hadeel sat down and went back to her painting, today was supposedly the last day that they would get to work on them, and since she was pretty much finished with hers there wasn't much do to during the class. Feeling that a lot of time had gone by Hadeel looked up at the clock to see that it had only been an hour since she had been in class. Mumbled some angry words to herself Hadeel got up and walked around the room for a short time before decided that she was going to take a walk.

It was an odd sort of feeling for Hadeel, to suddenly feel as if the classroom was suffocating her, perhaps it was the fact that the pain in her side had not left her, or the fact that sadness suddenly plagued her heart. Either way Hadeel felt as if she could break down and weep. It was starting to happen more often now; feelings of immeasurable emptiness would collapse into her heart and make her feel as if everything she did was useless. She'd only told one person that she felt this way, that she felt as if her existence meant nothing to the world, and that person had shrugged it off as if it was a cold breeze.

But that was just it right? Everything that could have happened to her happened, her friend ditched her for a guy, she had to go to the hospital, and no one seemed to care. Of course Hadeel was used to this feeling so instead of wallowing in sorrow about it she swallowed the feeling like a hiccup and went back to counting her steps as she walked up the stairs.

She was a little curious about whether or not Bane would still be where she had run away from him, if it was her and she was waiting for someone for whatever reason she would have left a long time ago. Finding herself humming a song she used to play in high school Hadeel noticed herself marching to the beat of the melody, as if she was in marching band again. A smile of nostalgia crept across her face as she remembered how dorky she was when she played Oboe and saxophone in band class every year, there was always a place for her in t band. At least when she played Oboe that was, there were always too many saxophones.

Even with a happy memory clouding her mind Hadeel still found something to frown at, because even if Band had always had a place for her when she was in high school, as soon as she graduated someone else filled that spot. There was always someone else willing to fill an empty spot, because then it would mean that they had a place to belong.

Suddenly angry at herself Hadeel growled and turned around to go back to her classroom, surely Bane had already left and there was no point walking around a nearly empty building feeling sorry for herself. Going back outside Hadeel turned the corner to come face to face with someone she hadn't been expecting

"Good evening little Songbird," Bane said almost cheerfully as Hadeel more or less jumped out of her skin.

"Holy Moses, hiding behind the corner like a creeper," she exclaimed feeling her heart thud against her chest. "Scared the crap out of me," she muttered still trying to calm herself further.

Bane chuckled at her darkly; she could almost see the happy smile in his eyes as he was merely amused and not at all shameful by scaring her.

"Leaving class early?" He questioned staring down at her powerfully.

"I never leave class early, much less miss a day of school," she assured him as if he was a teacher.

"Never?" He questioned feeling that there was something missing from her confession.

"Unless someone in the family decides to die, or I'm in the hospital or something," she murmured glancing away from him suddenly. She was going to miss next Wednesday because of hospitalization, but he didn't need to know that, only her teachers had been told that information.

For a moment Bane seemed to be thinking about whatever she had said before he responded with another question that made Hadeel frown and answer without thinking about it too much.

"How does one decide to die?" He mused finding humor in what she had said.

"It's not hard to give up, not in this world," she answered in a softer tone that Bane had yet to hear from her.

For a moment his eyes seemed to be asking her something before his expression changed and he was once again the Bane she had gotten to know over the past days that they had spoken. Hadeel almost gasped when she realized that she had said that to him, he who was the master of asking her such questions that made her stiffen.

"Okay, I'm going back to class," she turned to go back to class quickly.

Within a second something latched onto her arm and yanked her backwards with force that made her forget about the pain in her side for a moment. Looking up Hadeel saw that Bane was staring down at her darkly, with bitterness in his eyes his gaze made her freeze. She was right up against his chest and could feel that there was some sort of armor or protective covering beneath his coat; she could imagine what his heart sounded like.

"Let me go," she muttered feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

"Did you give up?" His voice bit out at her icily. Hadeel looked away from his observant eyes, wanting to get away from his question, wanting to just run away all together, but he kept her at his side with a firm grip on her arm.

"It's none of your business," She spat back at him coldly. Usually she wasn't one to get angry, but for some reason the way he pried into her personal life without remorse pissed her off more than anything. People didn't care, they asked how her day was but really they just wanted to talk about their day, and their worries. Turning away from him she pulled at her arm, glaring at him when he didn't even budge, her angry eyes softened and became shameful under his livid gaze. She didn't understand why he looked so angry at her.

"Tell me," his voice was steady. It made her realize that he would wait until she said something valuable before he let go of her and let her walk away from him. His hand on her arm tightened painfully as she still tried to get away from him and his uncomfortable gaze."Hadeel," hearing her name come from him made her bite her cheek painfully.

Turning back towards him her face seemed to drain of any anger or bitterness that she might have felt moments before, her eyes still held an emotion that Bane couldn't quite place. Finally she looked up at him, a pathetic and depressed expression washing across her face she smiled at him ever so kindly. For a moment Bane seemed a little lost in what was happening, she always did the opposite of what he expected her to do.

"I hated myself," she said in a soft whisper.

Bane let her hand drop away from his, somehow he was satisfied with the answer, Hadeel didn't care either way, turning away from him she walked back towards class.

"Goodbye Bane. Have a good night," she called out to him before going around a corner and disappearing.

After that the rest of class went by really quickly, with her thoughts so preoccupied Hadeel felt detached from reality as she delved into her memories of what it was like at that time. There was still more to what Bane had been requesting of her, more that she hadn't told him, but what did she think of him? He had suddenly grabbed at her and forced her to tell him something that she had promised she would never tell anyone, threatened her with pain even. She could very well hate him for what he had just done to her, and yet she had no feelings of hate towards the man, even as her arm seemed to throb slightly.

She could only wonder what he had thought of her small confession, why had he even wanted to know in the first place? That was the main question that stuck to her mind, she barely knew the man, in fact she didn't really know anything about him at all, and she didn't even know if he liked socks.

When Hadeel got home from school her mind seemed to be in a flurry, if she continued to meet with Bane after school and during class would he make her reveal more awkward and imperfect things about herself?

030

Listening to the rush of the water in the sewers Bane thought about the way Hadeel had looked throughout the day, first there was the ever present expression of pain. Then there was the way her expression changed as she stood in front of him.

When she had spoken about giving up Bane felt himself grow bitter. One of the reasons why he had liked going to visit Hadeel was because he'd thought that perhaps there were parts of the city that were left untouched by the evil that ran through the streets. To him Hadeel was something clean and pure, but also something that had secrets and mysteries all to herself, he felt as if he was entering a different world when he spoke to her. Yet she had obviously had experience when it came to giving up, and so he had become angry, why had his little Songbird wanted to give up?

He hadn't wanted to be forceful with her, because he was sure that as soon as he showed that side of him she would run away from him and not look back, but he couldn't help himself. The way her small form pulled against his he was sure she could feel his anger in the air; she was supposed to be untainted by the city. So he wanted to know why she had given up, if it was something that had to do with the city he would find it.

Then she had smiled and looked at him so softly as if she might break, her eyes full of an emotion that unknown and yet terribly strong emotion that he didn't know.

And she told him.

I hated myself.

Obviously there was a reason why she hated herself, but Bane had let her go, for he knew that she would say nothing else to him that night. She was angry with him and would probably avoid him if he came by again, he'd crossed the only line that he'd set for himself, and now he would have to wait.

But she had spoken to him; even after he'd grabbed onto her so suddenly and forced her to speak truth to him she bid him good night, her voice unwavering and suddenly strong. If it was her, would she turn and talk to him again?

"Sometimes I want to disappear." -Foster the People

AN: I'm having to go through all the songs I know and any good poems or quotes to find lines that relate to the chapter. This song relates, and has a deeper meaning that will be explained as the story progresses, it's called Houdini, by Foster the People, as stated above, good song, good song.

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Thanks for reading.