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I woke up at 5:00 AM. A bit early but who cares. I’d sit up from my bed and contemplate life.
Ever since I ‘killed’ Pin’s computer I’ve been waking up before my alarm went off. Yesterday was at 6:22 now it’s at 5:00 not 5:10 not 5:30 just straight up five. I knew I couldn’t go back to sleep now. Mind’s as well get up early instead.
As I was getting myself ready, I noticed my eyes looking more gray than before. I tried to ignore it but failed while putting foundation on my face, which looked pale. My skin is light but never that light. The foundation was the color of my skin in its normal condition. Maybe if I put it on my entire body I’ll worry about it less. I don’t think I’m sick. I don’t feel sick, yet I look like I am.
I’d put on more colorful things to make me look brighter. No one would know. Glaring myself in the mirror. A light pink ruffly crop top, light wash jeans, yellow platforms and a neon yellow ribbon that tied my ponytail yet I still look horrible. I tried to smile but it did nothing. Almost no one on my floor would’ve been awake yet. Not anyone I know of. I should probably add on to this outfit. I don’t usually decorate my outfits this much.
Sitting on my bedroom floor with a pack of stickers that I haven’t opened in three months and a few hair clips that I stole from Pin. She wouldn’t mind. A heart clip and a star clip. I put both them in my hair, one at a time. It was kind of hard, metallic hair ain’t easy. I took my time choosing which sticker to try on. I ended up choosing a small gray cat and attached it to my face. It was simple but cute. I glance at the sticker sheet for a while longer. The sun was almost rising and I still haven’t decided between any other ones.
Time passed, it would’ve been morning by now. I lay down on the not so soft floor of the hotel room. Two people start entering the room.
“Listen listen, if we—” the conversation they had while walking in stopped.
The one staring at me was Pin. The fear in her dark hazel eyes made it look like she was almost crying and her deep red curly hair that was covering a part of her face made her lol more fearful than she actually was.
Coiny was right next to her with a hand on her shoulder. He looks up at her and back down at me with his chocolate brown eyes. The two clearly knew something was wrong here.
They went up to me but only Pin sat down. “Hey, Needle girl,” She began as she stroked my hair softly. “Are—” she pauses and picks up a strand with one of the clips on it. “Are those mine?” She asks. She then moves her hand to the clip which she actually grabs with both hands. It hurt a little.
“We wanted to know if…you are okay,” Coiny asked, now sat.
“Yeah…” Pin chimed in, still holding the clip in both of her hands. It was pulled closer to her face. A low hum came from my throat. She let go of it.
“That’s intimidating even when it's not towards you,” Coiny whispers. He immediately jumps back in fear. He blinks and then he prompts Pin. “Say the thing,” he whispers. Well not really a whisper.
“Oh— uh…” she looks down at me. She sighs. “I’m sorry for…yelling at you…yesterday,” she says in a solemn voice. I don't quite remember being yelled at. Wait, actually.
Pin was crying, screaming even. I saw that she was and decided to sit next to her. She would shriek in every wail she had and it was so loud to the point I thought my ears were falling off. I place my hand on her shoulder. It felt like she was burning, as if she was actually on fire.
So I started rubbing her scorching back that heated up even more when I wasn’t even going that fast. She also kept moving around. I patted her back to hopefully comfort her better and then she pushed my arm away. I felt that I had to say something.
“Pin, what’s wrong?”
“GO AWAY, YOU NEEDY—” she pushed me once more. I felt a burning sensation in my chest. One that just.
“DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME NEEDY!” I said. I punched her, right in her stomach. Someone then grabbed me from behind and restricted my arms somehow. Pin stared at me with that terrified look and ran off crying.
I’m surprised I didn’t remember any of that sooner.
“So, are you going to apologize to me?” I heard nothing of what she said before that. Maybe she didn’t say anything. “Needle?” She says, leaning over me slightly.
“Sorry Pin for punching you…” I’d say.
“And?” She adds.
What else did she want? So I asked her. She stares at me.
“Oh I don’t know Needle! maybe?” She raises the pitch of her voice. “Pin, I’m so sorry for RUINING YOUR SH—”
Coiny immediately cups Pin’s mouth with his hand. “Enough of that for today!” He grabs her and drags her back to her room. “Have a nice day Needle! Feel better!” He shut the door behind him.
Yeah enough of that, so I began to get up and adjust myself a bit more. Pin, it was definitely Pin, screams “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, COINY!” She yells. I left the apartment right when I heard that.
While I was on my way downstairs I came across my old teammate, Cake and his friend… Reddish brown hair…just a lot of red. It’s not Pin, I just saw her. Ruby isn’t on the show and anyone else red that I could think of is much taller, except for. Oh! Price Tag, the new kid right? That’s it, I came across Cake and his friend Price Tag. The two run up to me.
”Needle Needle Needle! I haven’t seen you in a while!” Cake cried, the tears were staining his somehow reddened face. I haven’t seen him in a while either. “All my other friends don’t want to hang out anymore!” He started crying into my chest. It’s a bit uncomfortable, maybe if I were a bit shorter then this wouldn’t happen.
He looks up at me. “Needle…” he whispers, “Please…” he waits for me to answer.
“I don’t really know?” Is what I said. He repeats the word a few more times, quieter.
“Cake, I’m your friend,” Price Tag says “I think you have a few friends on our team, right?” They start heading for the stairs.
“Yeah I guess…” Cake replies he then mumbles something. I only hear a few words he says though.
“Old team”
It reminds me of the many times Coiny would mention BFDIA. Even though neither me or Pin really agreed, she says she had the worst time, mine was mediocre. But despite our different experiences and me being on their team for only half of it, it still makes me smile every time. That’s probably how Cake felt about The Losers.
“Needle,” a voice behind me said. I turn around and see a woman slightly shorter than me with dark brown hair fading into a light blonde. “You’re in the way,”
It’s Eggy and she is sporting a green ribbon that matches her red…well it was on the top of it, shirt. Wait, is she supposed to be an Apple? She says my name again.
“Oh, sorry…” I reply as I move over. Wait, what time is it?
There’s a lot of people here. I’ve never really been afraid of large crowds or loud sounds at all. But it was the only thing I could think about. The hotel isn’t even that big so how are there so many people talking at once? Then a fork presses against my mouth.
“Needle!” Saw says. She waves a hand in my face. She seems sad. Why does everyone I come across look either scared or sad when they see me?
“Hello Saw!” I say.
“Are you okay?” She asks.
“Huh?”
“I noticed that you are just…”
“Just…what?” I ask.
“Tired. Very tired,” She says in a serious tone. No little voice quirks. No eight thing, nothing!
“How?” I ask.
’Your eyes are trying very hard not to…droop,” she tries to describe what she meant with her own eyes. Her light brown, hazel-ish eyes.
Her eyes describe a look that is confused, dazed, or I guess, tired. She snaps her fingers in my face.
“Oh, sorry!” It seems that I didn’t realize that she was trying to talk to me.
“Okay, so umm…” I also seem to forget she’s not that good at starting sentences.
“I was thinking that you should…” that I should what, Saw.
“You should just stay in your room and get some sleep.” What. “And we can check up on you and make sure that you actually eat something,” she grabs my arm and gently puts it closer to my face. Is that what this is about? I eat normally…most of the time.
Yes, my teammate did force me into my room. She is putting moisturizer on me at the moment. This reminds me of Pencil a lot even though Saw is nothing like Pencil. I think it’s the touch. Like the way she applies it on me. It’s so clear that she actually cares about me and my health. Well not exactly similar, with Pencil it was more my appearance. But Saw, she just cared in general.
A few other people joined us in my bedroom. “Oh, hi Pin!” Saw said. Pin stomps in with a bag and places it on the bed in front of us. She looks at me with so much rage that I felt like I shouldn’t be in my own room. Luckily it wasn’t like outward rage but, I could just tell. Before she leaves the room she flips ME OFF and then she slams the door. Just rude.
Gaty was also there quiet because of the sudden noise. Behind the door was someone shouting, “Don’t just slam the door! Ugh!” I agree, why did she do that?
Gaty slowly walks up to the bed. “So we heard that you were unwell so we baked some stuff for you!” She says, twirling her plank blonde hair. “Well it was mostly Pin but the rest of us made some stuff too!”
Oh yeah! The baking from stress issue she had. I almost forgot about that.
In fact, I think I’m starting to forget most things about my teammates. Pin’s baking thing, the fact that she used to hate me because I was on Freesmart, and how short Coiny is. How are you only 5’2?
The two girls leave my room. “Feel better Needle!” Saw says. The door closes, much lighter this time. The bag seemed to move from my bed as well. Well if I’m going to be sleeping at least I might wake up at a normal time tomorrow!
Wait, Gaty dyes her hair?