It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} eristic) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
Of course this was like high school, or at least the fabricated one that Charlie was familiar with through shows she'd managed to catch pieces of on the TV in prison. She herself had dropped out before even really finishing grade school, if one could call her continuous failures grades of any sort. And then Dorcas brought up the...stuff that had happened before. Sure, Charlie could still feel that...thing lurking in the back of her mind, but she was doing her best to deny its existence. The strange thing was that it was both soothed and excited by Dorcas' presence.
"Yeah, I get you." Probably better than Dorcas or she could explain, if it could be explained. "It's...it's still there for me, too. At least you weren't the one with blood everywhere, huh?" A pitiable excuse for comfort, Charlie was. She popped some pretzels in her mouth. "I'm just glad that shit is gone. Fucktastic redecoration if you ask me." Which no one had, but that didn't matter anyway.