Lulu didn’t speak for a while. She knew about the brainwashing, of course. The girl was even angry with herself she had not been able to stop it. Was it possible that was the source of Wendy’s misery? No, it had to be something else.
Because if it wasn’t, this was Lulu’s fault.
Lulu never quite understood suicide, never was able to grasp the underlying emotions behind it. She was much the same way when it came to depression, anxiety, strange human afflictions she could never wrap her mind around. Things that made her just want to say ‘Get over it’, she knew that wasn’t effective, though she was never sure why not.
“I don’t suppose you want to tell me what happened, do you?”
Wendy’s gaze was fixed on her lap, unable to look up at Lulu. Should she tell her everything that’d been going through her mind lately? Wendy barely understood herself, how could she try to tell someone else? She swallowed hard and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she stalled for time.
"I…“ Her voice trailed off as soon as she spoke. She wanted to explain herself to Lulu, but she found that it was impossible. Instead, Wendy found herself asking, "Do you ever feel like no one really cares that much about you? Like, they only keep you around because you have something they want?”
It was a clumsy attempt to explain her emotions, but she thought it got the point across well enough.
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