She had never seen Wendy outright negative like this. Caustic and sardonic, sure, but never a cynic, not like Lulu was. She didn’t like it.
Wendy had everything a teenager could ever want, was it really not good enough for her?
“Yes.” she answered directly, it wasn’t worth denying. Having money meant dealing with leaches, it came with the territory. “All the more reason not to kill yourself and give them the opposite of what they want.” she shrugged, “That’s what you think? That nobody cares?” Again, strange to hear that coming from her, “Even if they didn’t care about you, what’s killing yourself supposed to prove? What was the point?” she could feel that her tone was raising somewhat, the emotional whirlwind she’d felt earlier was interfering with her ability to speak in a dignified manner.
"Is this about Robbie?”
She bit down on her lip as Lulu scolded her. Of course Lulu wouldn’t see the point in suicide and it frustrated Wendy. It almost felt like Lulu was refusing to see her point of view and it made Wendy want to scream.
"Not entirely.“ Her tone was uncharacteristically chilly and curt, but she was offended that Lulu thought she would do this over a boy. She knew she went through boys like tissues, but she wouldn’t kill herself over any of them. No matter if they tried to use creepy mind control on her. "I didn’t do it to prove a damn thing to anyone. I just…I can’t go on feeling like I don’t mean anything to anyone. I’m sorry, Lulu. I know you don’t really see the point, but I…I…I’m not like you. I can’t act like I don’t care about what people think of me like you do.”
12:09 pm Thursday, August 28, 2014 | 
3 notes
astraanopsia v; memories source: bliindsight-archive-deactivated | via: bliindsight-archive-deactivated