WHO: Francis Taylor & Tamsin Toledo WHEN: May 16th, late evening WHERE: Sas' room WHAT: Frankie seeks refuge in Sas' room for some sisterly bonding. WARNINGS: TBD (probably none) STATUS: Incomplete
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Frankie practically ran down the stairwell, four floors worth of steps. She felt stupid. Weak, stupid and above all else, she felt like a hypocrite. Here she was keeping her struggles to herself, locked away in a bone cage. She wanted to bury it deep, deep inside of her where it could never reach the surface.
It felt like everyone was dealing with their own turmoil. Cal, Cas, Sandy and Scotty. Scotty probably didn’t want to see, let alone talk to anyone. Frankie hadn’t seen Tammy, only spoke to her through the network. Tammy was the youngest out of all of them and Frankie was like a big sister to her.
She felt her heart rattle against her chest. It was racing the moment Frankie noticed that Joey, of all people, post on the damn network. “This is Hell. This is my personal Hell,” Frankie muttered to herself as she rounded the corner. Her head was dipped low, shoulders slumped, keeping her face from any passerby to clearly see.
Frankie only paused when she reached Tammy’s room. Her brought her hand from the security of her hoodie and gently rapped bony knuckles against her closed door. “Sas. You in there?”