Then she turned and looked around. Her face fell as she saw the padded walls, the bed that had become a cot, the shit stains, the blood, the needles in the corner, the broken glass and the razorblades that were embedded in every surface, waiting to catch anyone unsuspecting that put their hand or foot in the wrong place.
Yeeah. Welcome to the bad place.
“No,” Burnscar said.
Elle tensed. “Sorry.”
Burnscar’s face fell. “This… this isn’t beautiful. I remember this.”
The asylum, right?
“Would show you the others… if I could.”
Burnscar’s voice was choked. “But you can’t. Because I remind you of the asylum. I remind you of the bad times, the times you were most miserable.”
Now you’re getting it.
Jeez, this is sad.
Elle looked down at her feet, swallowed past the lump in her throat.
“I thought we were friends. We had our moments, didn’t we? Only a few times, when we were both allowed out of our cells, when we were having good days. A few jokes, stories. I mean, I know that some of the time I was coming off a bad spell, so maybe I snapped, or I called you names, or threatened you…”
The slow realization that it wasn’t always good times, at least not both ways…
Burnscar trailed off. Elle stayed silent.
“It. It wasn’t, um.” Burnscar stuttered. Her eyes flashed orange. “Did you see me as a friend? Don’t you dare lie to me.”
And there it is. The big question.
And I don’t think she’s gonna like the answer.
Elle couldn’t come up with a reply. They used me as an enticement to get you to cooperate.
Ouch.
“I saw you as a person I was being used as a tool to control.”
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