Re: [No. 3 to No. 24: Iris & Sam]
Sometimes shit needed to tip over, yeah? Smash, break, bleed, whatever, to be put back together again. Shying away from that breaking point, it wasn't good for anything, yeah? Because shit like that couldn't be avoided. That breaking point would just keep coming until it was fucking dealt with. Avoiding shit was only temporary, and Sam knew that. It was like fights with Cris cut short, and the topics always came back up. And this shit with Iris, it wasn't any fucking different. Yeah, sure, it hurt, but they never got through it, yeah? Iris always did her withdrawing thing, and the fucking boil never got lanced.
But, pushy or not, automatic or not, Sam wasn't gonna touch someone who flinched away from her, yeah? So, nah, after that raised-hand surrender, she didn't go for it again. Instead, she went and scrubbed her boots, yeah? After the clothes were all in the adjacent washer and spinning bloody red to clean, far enough away that she couldn't touch Iris without moving fast, and she figured that would be enough to make her sister feel safe or whatever, even after that cold touch to bruised wrist.
And Iris was fucking THIN. Rails, yeah? And even with all the cotton multiplying quick in Sam's brain, that NOT QUITE THERE look to her eyes, she realized someone needed to do something about that shit before Iris died. People died from not eating and being as thin as Iris was, and Sam wondered how many of Iris' organs were completely fucked at this point. Sam spent enough time in nuthouses to know what anorexia looked like, yeah? And it looked like her sister. But she knew, too, that Iris would be a bitch about getting help. Sam would still try tho, yeah? Sam always tried.
It was easy to focus on that hoodie string being wrapped around a carcass-waist, yeah? As she listened. "So, other people, DEAD PEOPLE, didn't matter, yeah? Only some promise he made about Lou? Because he was killing people before, yeah? He stole a baby. Fuck the shit he did to me, but what about what he did to everyone else?" Because, yeah, ok, it was one thing to say shit was done selfless. Iris had suffered FOR Lou, yeah? Ok, that's what she was saying. "We WENT to your house. A fucking bunch of people were there. Lou was there. Why not leave then?? Why not at least tell the search people where he was?" She jumped off the washer, but she didn't want Iris to think she was gonna attack her or anything, so she walked wide berth to the door and slipped out into the weird town and its fucked up geography, leaving the bloody clothes turning in someone's washer or something.
"I think the police station's that way." She pointed, but she wasn't fucking sure, yeah? She rubbed her eyes with small fists, young. "Or that way."