A/N: Oh my God, it's been so long. I'm sososososo sorry, I've been focusing on my other story, but I will not abandon Fixing You! I will not I tell you!
Disclaimer: I don't own St Trinians, Or Piper Chapman and definitely not Alex Vause, although I wish I did ;) only my OC's and Plot are mine.
As it turns out, saying you would do something and actually doing it are two very different things. Annabelle was now sat on her bed two hours after her talk with Alex. She had been staring at the ceiling in a trance, thinking of the pros and cons of telling Kelly, and still she found herself unable to move.
She felt the bed sink besides her and she glanced at the person, raising an eyebrow at the Emo leader, there were only a few people in the dorms at the time, so she wasn't exactly surprised it was her. Andrea raised her own back and nodded to her bedside draws, which she realised her phone was vibrating violently on.
"You going to answer that?"
Annabelle sighed and turned away, looking back at the ceiling.
"Depends who's calling."
"Well, whoever it is seems quite insistent; they've been calling every five minutes for a hour."
"Really now?" Annabelle smirked to the Emo who returned it with a scoff.
"Yeah, so maybe you should answer it?"
The phone had stopped ringing by now and Annabelle gave a look of triumph.
"Don't need to anymore, it rang out."
"Give it a second."
Not three seconds later the phone started to ring yet again. Andrea grinned at Annabelle's unamused groan and she slowly sat up, snatching the phone and looking at the number.
"It's unregistered."
"Then maybe you should tell them that."
Annabelle shot her a friendly glare and flipped open her new phone, having broken her old one on the bust of her great aunt.
"Hello?" she asked, leaning back onto her bed and rubbing her eyes tiredly, Andrea lent back on her hands and watched the girl curiously.
"Hello Annabelle. Took your time answering didn't you?"
Annabelle shot up on her bed, her eyes wide and her breathing quickening.
"Annabelle? Annabelle what's wrong?"
"Who's that Annabelle? Did you replace her that quickly?"
"No." she mumbled, although she didn't know whether it was an answer to the question, or her own fear at being on the phone with this person again.
"My, my, I do hope not. I hear you recently came out of the hospital? Correct? Wouldn't it be a shame if you were sent back there?"
"How did you get this number?" Annabelle asked through clenched teeth. By now Andrea understood something was wrong and had sat up, just as tense as the other girl.
"And if not you, what about your friends? Those American ones?"
"I said. How. Did you. Get. This number."
"Oh, that anger! The Fritton Fire! But of course, if anyone gets too close to fire, they get burnt. You- you certainly made sure Chrissy knew that, didn't you."
"You listen to me-"
"No! Now you listen to me!" the person shouted causing Annabelle to flinch out of reflex.
Andrea was now standing by the head of the bed, putting her arms on Annabelle's shoulders.
"Annabelle, give me the phone." She was saying, but Annabelle could not focus on that.
"And there she is again, but I don't think she is the one you have taken a liking to, is she? Oh no, that one is called Kelly I believe."
"Shut up."
"What if she ended up in the hospital? Or more accurately, the Morgue?"
"Shut. Up." Annabelle almost growled, her eyes almost looking black with anger as she glared in front of her, her grip on the phone tightening to the point where Andrea could hear it creaking from the pressure.
"Then you would know how I felt! Receiving the call in the middle of the night, requesting you to go and identify the body! Then, you will know my pain! Then you will know suffering!"
"You act like I don't know about the suffering! The pain! You act like I didn't care!" Annabelle yelled, her breath becoming shaky as her arms shook, she felt anger and rage, but also pain, starting in her chest, and moving to her violently shaking arms.
"Annabelle give me the phone! Shit, Polly!"
"Then I will make sure. Then when you go through what I did, you can tell me if it felt the same."
Annabelle let out an enraged yell and threw her phone across the room, hearing it smash against the wall. She fell onto her side and clutched her chest, grimacing at the pain emitting from it, although she could not get a grip on her hoodie as her hands were shaking so much they were like a blur. She felt several pairs of hands on her trying to hold her down, it was then she realised she was thrashing about on the bed.
"She's having a panic attack! We have to calm her down!" she heard Polly say to the other person holding her down.
"Tara, Tania, go get Matron!" Andrea shouted, she heard the two twin sets of feet run out of the dorm. No, she couldn't stay here.
There were pins and needles in her arms and feet, she could feel them pricking her, but she had to move, anywhere, anywhere.
"I- I have t-to get out."
"No its okay, stay here, everything's fine."
"I have to leave, now!" she felt some pain in her lower stomach and she yelped, arching her back, she looked down and saw red flow into her shirt. She could also feel some of it dripping down her arm from a more recent cut.
"No, no, no, no, no, no…" she was mumbling.
"Annabelle, please-"
"I gotta go!" she pushed up from the bed and staggered to her feet, the whole room span and she fell into a wooden post.
"Annabelle, please don't-"
Annabelle swept her hand behind her, narrowly missing Andrea's face, but Andrea did not miss how the hand was coated in a fine layer of crimson.
"Belle, please-"
Annabelle pushed away from post and quickly made her way out of the room, quickly making it up the stairs, gasping with her cheeks flushed and clutching her stomach. Her heart was beating furiously in her chest and she felt as though she was suffocating due to her own lungs.
"Annabelle!"
She could hear them behind her, she had finally reached the door and she knocked loudly three times.
It was sung open and before her stood the ever immaculate St Trinians Head Girl. Her blank look quickly dissipated when she saw the tired and bleeding girl.
"Can I come in?"
"Belle? What the Hell happened?"
"Please Kell. They can't see me like this"
Kelly nodded and stepped to the side, allowing the girl into her room and fall on her bed. She looked back out the door at the sound of hurried footsteps, frowning at Andrea, Polly, Taylor, the Twins and Matron.
She gave them a questioning look to which Polly answered.
"She had a panic attack, she was thrashing and re opened her wounds, she's bleeding Kelly."
"I know that, but she doesn't want to be seen right now. I can help her; I have some experience with stitching a wound."
"Are you sure that's-?"
"Matron it will be fine." Kelly interrupted, snatching her equipment from her grip. She gave Polly a thankful look and went to step inside.
"Kell?" Tara asked, Kelly looked to the oldest of the twins.
"Yeah?"
"Will Belle be okay?"
Kelly glanced to the bed and saw that the bleeding was not as bad as she first thought, and it wouldn't take much to stitch it up, she nodded to the blonde.
"Yeah, I'll make sure she'll get better."
"Okay…" then Kelly smiled at the twins and shut the door, locking it with the key and then sliding the Dead lock across as a precaution.
"A Dead lock? Is it that bad here?" Came a muffled voice from across the room. Kelly smirked and sauntered over to the girl on her bed.
"Well there have been many Head Girls, I'm sure there will be plenty of those keys floating around the school too."
She sat on the bed and un buttoned the girl's shirt, seeing that the bleeding was already starting to slow, but still she took out some wipes from the med bag and started to wipe it clean, quietly apologising at the almost silent hiss which came from Annabelle as the disinfectant entered the cut.
"Gee, I had hoped I could get you in my bed, but I didn't think it would be like this." She joked, Annabelle's stomach shook with laughter and she smiled down at her.
Kelly glanced up the bed and saw some blood leaking through her hoodie sleeve. She showed no difference in emotion and slowly rolled down the sleeve, giving Annabelle enough time to stop her if she wanted.
Annabelle tensed but did not move to stop her, and Kelly finally managed to roll it past her elbow.
She plucked another wipe from the bag and gently rubbed it against the cut, not paying attention to the cross hatching which had been sliced into the once smooth skin. When she was done she leant down and placed a gentle kiss on the now cleaned wound and smiled up at Annabelle.
"Almost done now." She whispered, sitting back up and preparing the needle from the med bag.
"Kelly… I- I wanted to talk to you about- about-"
Annabelle sighed when her words came out in a mess, this would be harder than she thought it would.
"It's okay Belle, you can tell me what you want to when you are comfortable enough to. I don't mind waiting."
Annabelle sat up only to be pushed down by Kelly's hand on her chest.
"Not yet, I have to stitch this up now." She dabbed some numbing solution around the open cut with some cotton wool.
"But I am ready."
Annabelle sat up despite Kelly's protest, and placed her hands on Kelly's shoulders.
"Kelly, I- I want to talk to you about my past, and about- about-"
Come on Annabelle, you're a Fritton damn it!
She reopened her eyes and looked into Kelly's obsidian ones.
"I want to talk to you about Chrissy."
A/N: I'm such a bitch with cliff hangers. It may be a while until my next update, but who knows? I normally write at random. When the mood strikes I guess :) Please leave a review and tell me what you think! :)