"Why do I need to care about anything?" Reid said, he crossed his arms on his chest and looked at Nathaneal, he seem to be determined to try and get Reid to admit that he cared about something. Reid kept his I don't care look on his face, but was just as determined to not admit to anything to Nathaneal, the boy knew nothing of his life or of what he'd been through.
Nathanael raised a brow. "Because what's the point of living if nothing's worth caring for? If everything's nothing to you, worthless? If everything's worthless, doesn't that mean that even your own life is worthless too?" This guy was tough to crack, wasn't he. But Nathanael couldn't give up now.
Reid raised his eyebrows and whistled threw his teeth while he thought of how to respond. Nathaneal was right, life was worthless without something toc are for. Then again he couldn't think of anything to care for.
"I guess life is worthless then." he said shrugging then he gave a harsh chuckle and lok edup at the ceiling, "You ain't gonna find anything I care about, Nathaneal." he said. He looked back outside and then down to check his finger nails, still keeping his I-don't-care face on.
Nathanael frowned at the thought of losing, and sighed. How could Reid really not care about anything? He stared at the window for a moment, trying to think of what to say next. Pretty much nothing was coming to mind now. But he was determined not to lose this. "Did someone die?" he asked quietly, his eyes a little sad as they flickered to Reid's uncaring expression. "Because if that's why you don't care, then I get it."
The question struck a nerve for Reid. He struggle dto keep his face calm. For someone reason when this boy asked him the question it stung more then when the counselors asked it.
"None of you buisness." Reid siad, he quit leaning on the wall and turning walked away, he looked down at his nails. It was a nervous tick of his, he mad eit look like he just didn't care and was bored when he did it, but he was really doing it when he felt nervous. He did also do it when he was bored, but mostly when he was nervous.
Olivia looked up when teh conversation abruptly stopped. She watched Reid stalk off and got out of her chair. She walked over to tehw indow to see if something out there had made him suddenly leave. She guessed it was the personal question that Nathaneal had asked though.
Olivia placed her small hands on the window sill, glad she was tall enough to look out with having to stand on her toes or anything, she felt small enough already in here. Everyone seemed to tower over her.
Nathanael watched him leave sadly, suddenly hating that he had asked. So someone had died. Even without a straight up yes, it was obvious. He turned back to the window with a small sigh. "I just can't do anything right, can I?" he muttered. He glanced at Olivia for only a second before looking out at the sky again. "But I guess it's okay. I guess."
Olivia looked up at Nathaneal, not sure what tos ay, she'd always been horrible at articulating things. She pushed herself up so she was sitting on the window sill and her legs were hanging down, kicking the wall slightly. She fiddled with her hecklace adn shrugged, she felt anxious and kept her eyes on her swinging feet.
"May'e i's jus' him." she mumbled slowly, half to Nathaneal, half to no one imparticular.
Nathanael gave a small brotherly smile, watching her play with her pretty beads, looking so nervous. What was she nervous about? He sighed as his smile faded, and he pressed his forehead to the cold glass.
"No..." he murmured. "It's not just him. But if I'm right, and someone did die that he really cared about, then I can understand why nothing else really matters to him now. If that person meant the world to him."
Olivia just listened, guessing that it was just the best thing right now, besides she hated talking to people, she sounded so slow and idiotic. She looked back out of the window, nothing much was happening out there, but the colours were so bright and happy. She then went back to looking at her shoes, she tilted her head looking at the laces, she should put beads on the laces, they'd be so pretty that way. She wished she could go to her room and get her beads.
"I wish I coul' git my beads." sh emumbled to herself, she stared at the door, which was closed and then glanced at the clock.
"More beads?" Nathanael's smile came back again, brighter this time. She had even more of those amazing, gorgeous things? His eyes flickered to the door; was it locked? Probably. Frowning as he thought, he chewed absently on his thumbnail. Could they try the window? Nah, that would be locked too, wouldn't it? "Your beads at your place? Where are they?" he asked, studying the window up and down, every detail.
"In my room...'ere." she said slowly like she was thinking what to say out as she spoke. She looked at her shoe laces again, yeah they were broing, they needed beads, or atleast something to make it broghter. Her counsoler here, her personal counselor thought she had MPD or something becuase of the way she worked. She was normally very sad and depressed all the time except for the fact she loved brightly colored beads and strings. Olivia had even snuck some into here even though she wasn't supposed to becuase it was a hazard to sui.cdial patients.
((I gotta go for an hour+ soon, so if I don't respond for a bit, don't be surprised..I may not eben be able to be back tonight, but I think I will.))
"Ah, you're room, right," Nathanael muttered, though he wasn't really paying much attention. He bit his lip for a moment, still thinking, then flipped the locks on the window and shoved it open, grinning as the fresh air hit his face. "So much better this way." Realising Olivia was sitting on the sill, he held her sleeve, hoping she wouldn't fall out the window or anything; that could be bad.
Olivia jerked her sleeve out of Nathaneal's grip and gave him a don't-touch-me look. She then slung her legs over so they hung outside too. There was a fresh breeze blowing, it brushed lightly against her face, make little bit of hair that was outside of her braids. Nathaneal hadn't really been interested in what she'd siad. Maybe she was too slow, or maybe he just was interested in what she to say, either way she guessed she'd better stay quiet then if he didn't want to listen. Nobody wanted to listen, that's why she usaully just spoke to herself.
Reid sat down in a corner, his arms across his chest, though actually it was just his left arm across his chest, his other hand was up, palm facing him, fingers curled down as he inspected his nails. He was angry at Nathaneal for hitting a nerve, the counselors had brought up death in the family before sure, but he'd never felt the way he had when Nathaneal mentioned it.
Nathanael sighed, clearly depressed now. Even the fresh air wasn't helping. Why was everyone always so mad at him? Couldn't he do anything right? Probably not. He could never please anyone. Make anyone happy. Ever. He wanted to talk - about anything, really - but kept his mouth shut. Apparently everything he said or did was unsatisfactory. He simply stared out at the sky, wishing he was a bird.
Olivia looked up at Nathaneal, even with him standing and her seating on a window ledge he was taller. She looked outside, she wanted to be able to jump out of window and just be able to soar and float in the air. But she coudln't she kenw that, if she jumped out of this window she'd turn to an rather ugly spalt on the parking lot below.
Nathaneal seemed depressed about somthing, Olivia fiddled withher necklace, spinning the beads on the string, her fingers playing with that had the Greek letter, Ʊ on it. She couldn't remember why she'd put an omega on it, but she had craved it into the bead sometime, she was probably drunk when she did it that's why she couldn't remember it, that would also explain why the omega was a bit crooked.
"What if I just jumped out this window?" Nathanael finally said aloud, glaring down at the concrete so many stories below. "It's not like anybody would care, right?" Of course not. He glanced back at Reid; of course that guy wouldn't care. Looking outside again, he dug through his pockets and found a razor blade. He held it out for a moment, watching the sunlight glint off of it, then dropped it, watching it fall and hearing the tiny metallic clink when it hit the pavement.
Olivia looked up when Nathaneal saud he wanted to jump out of the windiw. She didn't want him to jump, if he jumped she'd see him die. She swallowed remembering her siser's body, Olivia had found her sister lying on her bed at 3:00 in the morning. Olivia had tried to wake her up, but her sister hadn't responded. Olivia shuddered think of that day. She slowly formed words in her head, trying to figure out something to say, her panic rising, making it hard to spit the words out. What if he just laughed at her? What if he jumped anyway?
"Don'-'ump." she mumbled all in one breath.
Reid heard Nathaneal speculating about jumping out the window. He looked back at his nails. The boy could jump for all he cared, he didn't know him that well why would he be effected?
Nathanael studied Olivia for a moment. She didn't want him to jump? Why would it matter to her, anyway? But she didn't seem to like talking much, and for her to have actually talked to him at all must've meant something, right? "I wasn't going to..." he assured very quietly. "Sometimes it seems like a good idea, though, doesn't it?" To him, anyway.
Olivia sort of nodded, the only times she'd ever considered sui.cide was right after her sister died and when she was too drunk to even remember her own name. She looked at the clock, just then the couselor came in,
"Lun'h." she siad. Olivia slung her legs over the sill again and jumped down onto the floor. She glanced at Nathaneal to see if he was coming, hope he wouldn't decide to jump as soon as the room cleared or something.
Reid stood up and walke dtowards the mess hall, he had his hands shoved into his pocket and his face wore it's normal placid, impossible to , I-don't-care expression. HE calmed himself down and now realized how hungry he was. So he quickened his pace and got in first for the line at te mess hall.