Being cast out isn't as great as people make it out to be. I don't feel like a rebel. Nor should I feel like one, I suppose. I feel guilty, my mistake destroyed a lot of lives. Even when I think I'm doing the right thing, I end up doing the wrong thing. And yes, I feel hurt. Hurt because my friends, my chosen family didn't even ask my side of the
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It was the rules. Stare straight ahead, don't say anything, keep your hands to yourself. That way no one thought you were gonna try anything and then it was less likely that you'd have someone jump your ass and pull a knife on you while you were sleeping. Not that that stopped the Berthas from fucking with me, but I was tryin'. That was worth something.
When I stepped up to the plate of glass I narrowed my eyes when I saw who was sitting on the other side. Shaking my head I sat down across from him and picked up the phone slowly.
"And just when I think the world can't get any more weird...." I said dryly, looking through the smudged glass at him.
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I can see her eyes pausing when she notices the scar on my throat. Automatically I tilt my head a bit back. Seems I've developed that habit everytime people stare a it. Which is quite a lot I've found out. Narrowing my eyes I look at her, daring her to say something. Come on, Faith, ask. I know you're curious to find out.
"As I said," I start, shifting a bit in the chair. They rather uncomfortable, which is their purpose I suppose. "I just came by to see how you were doing." Since I've had nothing else to do and I needed to see for myself that there is hope to get back on the right track. "Has Angel been visiting you lately?" I keep the tone light, giving her a curious look of my own.
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