*Silver*
Chica was right.
I was worthless. My brother always used to say that as well, so it must be true then.
I curled up tighter in the corner, sniffling every now and then. I sat there for about five more minutes, then I felt soft arms gently pick me up. I was half asleep so, I really didn't care. I closed my eyes.
When I opened them back up a couple seconds later, I was in the same position was last night. I was in the back of the room, and I was leaning up against Goldy. Who was holding me gently, and staying as still as possible.
"Was Chica right?" I sighed, out of nowhere.
"What do you mean?..." Goldy asked.
"Like what she said, about how I was, worthless..." I said.
"I do not want you to believe for a second that, that is true..." Goldy said. "Because it's not..."
"Why'd she do that?" I asked. "Why does she hate me? I tried to help her."
"Not everyone is going to like each other..." Goldy simply explained.
"Right..." I sighed, petting his arm again. "But I was hoping she would've liked me"
"Not everything can be achieved..." Goldy said,
"But I thought if you put your mind to it you can do anything" I said.
"Or course you can. It's just, something's are things you can't achieve. You could achieve them, but it could cause death in the process..." Goldy explained.
"Yeah" I yawned, rubbing my eyes. My eyelids started to get heavy and I found myself slowly drifting to sleep. "Cool."
Then I passed out again.