Re: Dante's House: Dante/Hels - Done
[She remains quiet for the entire time, letting Dante get it all out, everything she has to say. Hels eventually tilts her body back and falls back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with one hand under her head and one arm crossed over her eyes.
It's easier this way, makes her feel less likely that she's going to take off running for the door. What it doesn't change is the jumble of emotions inside her chest. All those years that she spent looking for the acceptance of her family to never find it, and only succeeding, really, in wanting to kill herself.
But then she remains quiet, because it doesn't really matter what she says. It doesn't matter that Hels spent her life just trying to be seen as worthwhile by the same people that Dante now thinks she can change the minds of, as if they wouldn't think of her as a gold digger. She could come at them with a mountain of evidence the size of Antarctica, and all they would know is that no one could possibly love Hels, and that leaves the only option to be that Dante must be using her for something. She's not pretty enough to be used for sex, not built like her mother, she can't slink and she certainly doesn't have the curves that look good in a cat suit. That leaves only one thing, and it's the bank account.
There's that familiar burn of not being listened to, and of her words not mattering, and so she says nothing. She waits until Dante goes to get her coffee before she heads into the bathroom, and reaches for one of her pill bottles. There are plenty of pills left, little yellow ones, and she fishes one out to crack it between her teeth before her thoughts plummet and there's nothing but the freefall of all the things wrong with her that she can't fix.
This was supposed to be happy, it was supposed to be good, and now it's everything but. She still hasn't said a word as she shuts the door to the bathroom and sits silently on the toilet.]