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Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
It hadn't been intentional. Who would purposefully leave behind one of their better jackets?
Which meant she had to backtrack to the auditorium, hoping that it wasn't locked. Or that someone had made off with what she was looking for. Hopefully that wasn't the case. But even so Deb moved pretty fast to find out.
The whole reason she'd been in there was to watch a play recital. Something one of her friends had recommended she give a look. It had been pretty good- good enough she might even see the official thing once it was playing. Yet when she opened the auditorium doors- which thankfully, after testing, were not locked -the stage was dark and empty. Quite the change from a few hours ago.
Blue-grey eyes immediately swept over the seats, searching for where she'd been sitting. However, it was someone rather than something that she discovered.
Her eyebrow raised upwards in curiosity. There were only a few types Deb could think of that would actively seek out and sit within a darkened, empty room by themselves. Which one was this person? Deb only hesitated in the doorway for a moment before heading in. She would need to anyways in order to find her jacket. Plus she'd never really been the shy type either.
"Hello? You doing alright there?" She called out, announcing her presence.
Gwin had felt the vision slowly bubble up through her spine, boiling in her neck, coming to a stop at the base of her skull. The headache made her feel sick, but she forced herself to rush from her class to the silence of the auditorium.
At least there she could suffer alone. Usually weed stopped the visions, but today it didnt seem to be doing anything.
She slumped down onto a chair, feeling her breath become almost stuck within her lungs. Her sight went out of focus, and the auditorium became nothing then a blurr of red and black.
The headache became a burn behind her eyes, and she found herself groaning in pain. Fire and ice were combining within her head to freeze and burn her skull. Gwin tilted her head back, gripping the arms of the chair with all her might.
The vision came rushing towards her like a train in a tunnel, a buzz screeching within her ears before she was thrown into some abstract hint of the future.
A bright, pulsating ball of glowing colour that was almost difficult to look at visible within an icy storm, snow swirling around like a hurricane. The balls colour slowly fades as ice began to creep over it.
And then like that Gwin could see again. the room slowly came back into focus. The world was a a see-saw, rocking back and forth. Gwin slid onto the floor, struggling to suck in enough air to fill her lungs. Her hands shook.
There was a taste of blood within her mouth; great. A nose bleed. She pushed her hand against the streaming flow, trying to at least stem the blood that was dripping down her pale face.
"Hello? You doing alright there?"
Slowly Gwin turned her head, the woman who spoke a confusing blur of colour. "What?" She slurred her words, blood still dripping between her fingers onto her jeans.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Her eyes went wide at the sight. Guess that answered her question. "Shit." The word left parted lips softer than a whisper. She was only frozen for a second more before her body remembered motion.
They needed something to help stanch the bleeding. Something better than a hand at the very least. Deb's brain wracked itself before she finally came to a solution. "Hold on a sec, ok? I'll be right back." She assured the nameless girl. Then she promptly turned and rushed back out the auditorium doors.
Deb wasn't the fastest runner- especially at this school -but adrenaline gave her an extra little kick. She pushed her way into the nearest bathroom, ignoring some of the looks she got from a few girls hanging out inside. She didn't even bother with an excuse. Just grabbed a big handful of toilet paper and rushed back out. She was back in the auditorium within a minute's time, heading over towards the strange girl bleeding in the dark.
"Ok, hey, I'm back. I brought you some tissues." She panted, stopping before the brunette and offering the messy bundle of paper to her. Her voice was surprisingly gentle and definitely laced with worry. This scene reminded Deb all too much of when she cared for her sister- usually when one of their stunts got a little too rough. It was one of the rare times she actually tended to act like a responsible big sister.
Gwin really didn't want anyone around, least of all right after a vision. And the sudden appearance, dissappearance, then reappearance of the woman didn't help with the fog within her head. There was a confusion pushing into the world before her; what just happened, where was she, why was her nose was bleeding.
Gwin looked at at the girl with red eyes, frowning just a little as she reached out to take the tissue. Oh right. The vision.
Gwin ran over the vision in her head. Yep. Bright colours... Snow...
Wait. Bright colours. Gwin looked up again at the girl. Of fucking course. It was easy enough for Gwin to realise that the bright ball within the vision represented the girl before her. Ok so what did the snow mean? Oh what ever it didn't matter to Gwin.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
So there was one problem solved. Only now Deb had a million questions. None of which the girl looked ready to answer. Not if that expression had anything to say about it. Plus she hadn't even said a word now since. Which left Deb to stew in her own curiosity.
In a display of surprising restraint, she didn't immediately bombard the girl with everything on her mind. Why was she bleeding? Why was she in the auditorium? Was this power related? Should she call the nurse? On and on the questions buzzed like a swarm of angry bees. But she held them at bay with a bit bottom lip as she worried it between her teeth. There was a sort of dazed look to the girl that told Deb now wasn't the time. Once that finally started to clear up, she felt comfortable enough to speak.
"How are you doing?" Dumb question. Like shit, obviously. Deb shut her eyes and frowned at herself for a moment. Open up, try again. "What I meant is: there anything I can do to help? Want me to go get the school nurse or-" She opened her hands in a wordless, kind of lost gesture to indicate "anything else?" Then they went right back to being clenched together in her lap.
Gwin forced back the nausea that threatened to creep its way up her throat. She wanted the other girl to just go away, so she could be alone, just like she wanted to be. Its easier to deal with pain and self loathing alone.
The girl spoke again, and Gwin pulled the tissue from her face, leaving behind a smear of vermillion around her mouth. There was an icy silence around her before she took a deep breath and let out a bitter awnser. "Im fucking fine." Came her growl
"Dont get the nurse. Im fine." Nurses ment fussing and Gwin didnt like fussing. She went rumaging around in her bag and pulled out a joint, lit up the end and placed the smoking rod to her lips. The drugs washed through her system, hopefully this time it would hold back the visions.
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
Confusion. That was the first thing she felt when her question received an arctic glare and a growl. What the hell? She was just trying to help. Deb had glanced back at the girl with a surprised expression on her face. Only now it started to sour. The concern being replaced by a harder light. A thin line appeared between her brows as they furrowed. Before her irritation could even settle though, she ended up surprised again.
It wasn't so much that the joint bothered her as it was the girl was lighting up while still bleeding. A question she'd yet to get an answer for. But this time she did speak the first thing to come to mind. "What are you doing?" Slipped past her lips before she could think better of it. The girl clearly didn't want to talk, but Deb had gone through a whirlwind of abrupt emotion. It hadn't quite registered yet that maybe just finding her jacket would be the better option about now.
Blood was dripping into her mouth everything she parted her lips to release smoke into the air. The taste of blood didn't bother her, and the blood itself wasn't really a problem. The first port of call was the headache and trying to stop any other visions from happening again today.
The girls disdain was clear in the girls voice, not that Gwin really cared. "I'm smoking..." She said lowly, leaning back and surpressing a wave of nausea
Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something: The best people usually are.
It wasn't so much disdain as it was clear and utter bafflement. Sure, she'd seen her friends get high. Even had done it herself on the occasion- but fortunately it simply hadn't stuck with her much. Yet never had Deb witnessed someone light up when they were still inexplicably bleeding in the middle of an empty auditorium.
So when she got the low answer, her frown had returned. Occasionally she ran into grumps. Occasionally she met people she didn't like. But as much as Deb felt the call to just get up and get out, she didn't. She couldn't. Guilt and regret weren't feelings she commonly felt. No way in hell was she going to feel a lick of it towards someone who didn't even want her there.
Pinching the bridge of her nose, blue-grey eyes shut for a moment as she breathed. Inhale. Exhale."Alright, look." Her eyes opened once more, looking at her clearly moody companion. "Obviously you want me to buzz off. But I'm a little hesitant to leave some girl who I found bleeding in a dark auditorium all by herself without knowing I won't be leaving her to get worse. So are you sure you'll be ok? Do you really want me to just get out?"
Because at this point, Deb was more than willing to if it meant avoiding an argument with the girl.
