Snippet #1783946

Sadie was starting to adjust. It was going to be alright. Maybe she could learn something from them. They almost seemed as if they wanted to help--and maybe they could. There was a possibility. She didn't move from her perch, still expecting an answer from someone, but she didn't retreat, either. It was sort of okay, watching them. Agitating that they were so free and fluid to feel, but she was sort of content. She had Lacross by her side, someone who seemed to understand exactly what she was going through, but on a different level. They both had been shunned for being different, thrown out of society when she knew that they didn't deserve that. At least he didn't. Sadie saw the brilliant, sensitive mind that came out when she spoke to him, not the animal-like movements, or the way he looked. Why did that matter? What happened to not judging a book by it's cover? However, she was only reading the back of the book with him, and she knew it. But it didn't stop her from sinking against him, finding comfort in his understanding. It was kind of nice.

That was, until the shit hit the fan. Didn't it always? Sadie cringed as Molly started to wail, instantly drawing into herself and making a small noise of discontent. "Stop it." She whispered to herself, clamping her arms over sensitive ears. If there was one thing she couldn't take, it was that. Make it stop, make her stop, make it stop. She could do what Sadie couldn't, and it hurt, it hurt like someone had killed her father all over again. For the love of mercy, make it stop. She didn't speak, or protest, and even kick, she just grew rigid, trying to block it out. Block it all out. Make it go away. She couldn't look at Molly, not now. It stopped for a moment, but Sadie didn't move. She just hid, like someone had slapped her, hands clamped hard over her ears. She was angry, upset, frustrated. But who could tell? There was nothing more than the bright red her cheeks flushed, her eyes squeezed tightly, her hands over her ears. There were no screams of anger, no threatening movements, nothing to suggest that she was anything but annoyed with the noise. It all practically vibrated inside her, like an unattended cell phone.

Ring, ring, ring, ring. It would keep going, no matter how hard she tried to answer it, the buttons just didn't work. Someone had locked the screen. Sadie shuddered, trying to shake it off. The flash of agitation made her queasy at best. Why did she have to do that? Why couldn't she just say what she wanted? There was something about her, something about her that frustrated Sadie. She couldn't grasp reality, but at least she could express her agony. She could howl, scream, kick, anything to get her out of whatever situation displeased her. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair!

But she didn't speak. She lowered her hands from her ears, opening dark eyes to stare at the girl. What the hell did she want? She'd attracted her attention, now what did she want? Sadie stared at her, dark eyes intense as she tried to read her. What exactly was so wrong that she had to scream like a child? "Use your words." She demanded sharply.