Room 846
Lujayne slammed the door of room 846 open, and wrenched her sister in, making her stumble and fall onto the bed. "What the kriff is going on, Lujayne?!"
"You. You can't get involved with that bastard!" Lujayne spat out, looming over her younger (older) sister. "He's an ass. He'll only hurt you."
Inyri looked up at her, eyes haunted and swimming with unshed tears. "I know. And I'll let him."
Lujayne froze. "What?!"
"Lujayne. I'm trying to forget Wes. It's what I do, anyway, right? Get involved with men who will only hurt me. You know, like Zekka? He tried to kill me, he stabbed me in the back." Inyri bit her lip, blinking back a few tears. "And Wes? I gave him everything, most of all, my heart. And look at me now. I want to die, Lujayne. I fucking tried to kill myself, remember?"
Lujayne sat heavily in the armchair by the bed. "'Nyri...that guy's not going to help you, you know."
"I know. And I don't care. Maybe he'll make it all end, though."
murder. he's capable of murder.
"Don't. Please. Just...can't you talk to Wes or something...?"
"He's gone."
"I know! But when he comes back, Inyri just don't..."
"I can't. I don't want to ever see him again. I want to hate him. I want to hate Hobbie, and that's easier for me. And I want them to know that. I wish I hated them. I wish I could...die."
This wasn't solving anything, Lujayne realised, as she burst into tears. She reached over and gathered her sister in her arms, holding her tight as she cried and Inyri sat there staring off at the wall, where it'd been painted over green, and remembering and not wanting to and it all hurts so bad and it never will stop will it?
"You. You can't get involved with that bastard!" Lujayne spat out, looming over her younger (older) sister. "He's an ass. He'll only hurt you."
Inyri looked up at her, eyes haunted and swimming with unshed tears. "I know. And I'll let him."
Lujayne froze. "What?!"
"Lujayne. I'm trying to forget Wes. It's what I do, anyway, right? Get involved with men who will only hurt me. You know, like Zekka? He tried to kill me, he stabbed me in the back." Inyri bit her lip, blinking back a few tears. "And Wes? I gave him everything, most of all, my heart. And look at me now. I want to die, Lujayne. I fucking tried to kill myself, remember?"
Lujayne sat heavily in the armchair by the bed. "'Nyri...that guy's not going to help you, you know."
"I know. And I don't care. Maybe he'll make it all end, though."
murder. he's capable of murder.
"Don't. Please. Just...can't you talk to Wes or something...?"
"He's gone."
"I know! But when he comes back, Inyri just don't..."
"I can't. I don't want to ever see him again. I want to hate him. I want to hate Hobbie, and that's easier for me. And I want them to know that. I wish I hated them. I wish I could...die."
This wasn't solving anything, Lujayne realised, as she burst into tears. She reached over and gathered her sister in her arms, holding her tight as she cried and Inyri sat there staring off at the wall, where it'd been painted over green, and remembering and not wanting to and it all hurts so bad and it never will stop will it?