Teen Ink
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TeenInk "If I fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don't remove it — I might be writing in my dreams." http://t.co/0FUP7fyJcB
Twenty minutes later, Rochelle, newly bandaged and limping, started down the hallway towards Weaver's office.
I wonder if Tom saidanything to Weaver about how Cara and I kinda ran off....
Rochelle squared her shoulders and winced lightly at the pain in her arm, then going through the door, she nodded to Tom, Dai and Hal, then slumped into a chair.
Cara arrived shortly after Rochelle, standing in a corner. Her bandages were spotted with scarlett blood that was seeping through. She sighed and leaned against the wall waiting for Weaver to begin his torment.
Weaver leaned on his desk and looked at the two girls.
"Well done, you two, Tom tells me you acted bravely and probably saved the hides of the rest of the group, we thknk you for that."
Rochelle's face didn't betray her surprise, glancing at Tom she saw him looking at her and Cara.
He covered for us...
Rochelle inclined her head slightly in a half you're welcome and half thank you for the praise.
Cara crossed bandaged arms and looked over at Tom. She gave him a look of appreciation and turned to Weaver. "We did what we had to." She said roughly and nodded. Cara rubbed one of her arms nervously. Why does it still feel like he's gonna tell us off or something...
Weaver removed his hands from the table in an air of dismissal,
"Just remember, don't do it again, we can't afford to lose tow good fighters."
Rochelle quirked an eyebrow and a grin tugged at the corner of her lip. Then shoving off from the wall, she left the room.
Cara hung her head and smiled. She exited and went to her room. Well, her closet. Cara, when she had first arrived at 2nd Mass, had cleared out a janitor's closet and made the little space her home. It was just bigger than her body but had some selves for her things.
Cara entered her closet and laid down on the sleeping bag she had set up there. Sighing, she laid back to get some sleep.
Rochelle walked down the hall, limping slightly and wincing. Suddenly, a small group of children ran up behind her, hugging her legs. Stifing a yelp, she smiled and each one and mussed their hair. Following them to the classroom they slept in. With a groan she collapsed onto a large queen matress, each kid snuggle dup next to her, with a sigh, she tried to get some sleep.
"Cara, quit your worrying. I promise I'll be back by morning."
Cara looked up into Mark's slate grey eyes and frowned. "Mark, I've been feeling." She began to stand, her broken leg wobbling. "Maybe I should- Ah!" She cried and fell back to the concret floor of the warehouse.
Mark hugged Cara gently. "No, you still need to heal. Stay, I'll be back soon." He gave her a smile and a quick kiss before walking out the door and dissapearing out of sight.
If only Cara had know it was the last time she would ever see him...
Cara woke in a cold sweat and pushed her dirty hair out of her face. Sighing, she grabbed her boots and left the closet for a walk to clear her mind.
Rochelle stared at the ceiling in the dark, she hated the night, she hated lying her, the only thing to keep her mind company were bad memories.
She looked down at the small, brown headed face nestled in the crook of her arm, the child's small finger's still wrapped ina strand of Rochelle's raven hair.
Looking out the window she sighed quietly, Tyler would have been teasing her about all this if he were here. Her dad would be telling him to shut up, then turning and teasing her himself.
Rochelle smiled and gave a quick, quiet laugh, imagining it.
Cara watched as the last candle flickered and died by the bulletin board. Sighing, she got up from her seat by the window and went to light another one. Cara often found herself doing this; sitting, watching the candles burn and die, lighting more, mourning the loss of Mark and-
Footsteps down the hall warned her of an approaching person. She scrambled to her feet, not wanting to be seen on her butt in front of a respected fighter.
(ah! Sorry! I'll be gone all day at Dance and shopping, I'll post when i get back)
(I can't even form a coherent thought right now, so I'm bumping this to post in the morning, I can't even.....just, ugh. Bump.)
(Ack!! I though I had posted my reply!! Ah, now I feel rude for some reason, so sorry this reply is so late :O)
Tom slowly made his way down the hall, seeing Cara standing by the Memory Wall, with a small frown he approached her.
"Cara, how are you doing, and why are you up? You should get some rest before morning."
((It's fine. Really busy as well.))
Cara wiped her eyes, feeling the tears there from bottled up emotions. "I...uh....just...thinking." She ducked her head. "I'll just return to my closet now." Cara choked, pushing past Tom.
((Alice deary, sorry to interrupt ur one on one, but I wanted to tell u that we have everyone we need for Teen Titans, just need everybody to come on! :D ))
Tom grabbed Cara's arm and swung her to face him, his face took the expression of a father,
"Cara, you did good today, you probably saved our lives. I know you're hurting, I can see it in you every day, I see it in everyone."
Tom looked over at the wall and the pictures before speaking again,
"Who on here belongs to you?"
Rochelle sighed quietly, then gently disentangled herself from the small imbs of the kids sleeping by her. Stepping softly down the hall she rubbed the back of her neck, sighing, then stopping as she heard voices..
Cara nodded in thanks. She turned to the wall and pointed to the wall at the picture of the three laughing kids. Cara turned away again, swiping away more tears. "The boys." She said, her voice cracking slightly.
Tom peered at the three laughing kids, a small smile on his face before turning to look at Cara again.
"Who are they?"
Rochelle bit her lip and half turned away, feeling rude and intrusive. But at the same time, she knew it was Tom and Cara speaking, and she wanted to find out what that look in Cara's eyes was, apprently, it was the loss of two boys.
Cara gave a short laugh and looked back at the picture. "The older one was my....IS my boyfriend, Mark. The other is my little brother Jerome." As she spoke, Cara ran her fingers over Mark's face. "I watched them take Jerome, and Mark just...dissappeared." She rubbed her eyes.
