“please don’t use them on anybody. find a trash can to cut up instead. it’ll keep you busy,” cat said. although she herself wasn’t scared of her friend, she knew she probably should have been. “well i dunno, rex told me i was forgettable once…” she said with a small shrug. “a bender - who do you think i am? if anyone’s gonna go on a bender it’s probably trina. i couldn’t figure out how to get home, so… i went to school instead,” cat said with a proud smile. most would assume she wasn’t a great student, but throughout her lifetime going to school, she’d been in honors classes. she may not have been street smart or had much common sense - at least growing up - but she was book smart. “not all memories are bad. i have good memories. like the cow-wow… oh, or the time my brother stopped himself from throwing a hammer at me, that was a good day. kept going on about something about a flamingo, though, so… i dunno,” she shrugged. “oh, me and robbie were… never mind.”
“since when do you tell me what to do? if I want to cut something or someone I will. not because you told me to.” she added with a harshness to her voice. “you listen to a puppet? he’s just miserable because he’s with robbie.” the girl added, “okay I didn’t ask for a backstory. -can’t you just take a ‘i’m happy to see you’- and run with it?” she insisted, knowing deep down she was proud of the other.. “most are.. my only good memories are some from school- only some and all the times I experienced pain.. the good kind.” jade continued, “-okay I don’t need to hear about you and robbie, what you do is your business. I don’t need or want that mental image.” she shuttered, “gross. you couldn’t of done better? i hope you got tested.”
“the government is everywhere here, jadey, you can’t go all stabby on people with your scissors. we’re adults, we don’t get to pull the ‘i do what i want’ card and get away with things. we get in serious trouble if we break the rules,” cat said with furrowed brows. “well, rex is a very believable puppet... i don’t miss him, though. it’s been nice not being told i’m unstable. doesn’t matter that i might be, i don’t like to hear it,” she said. rex’s digs at her mental health always bothered her. it wasn’t her fault, though. and despite people thinking they knew about her, they always assumed the wrong diagnosis. always. “well... i like to focus on the good memories. those are the important ones.” cat knew the bad memories were just as important sometimes, but the bad memories were the painful ones, and the ones she didn’t want to remember. “i get tested once a month, i don’t need any complications. or unexpected babies. the thought of a possible pregnancy is scary enough, let alone actually getting pregnant. fingers crossed next week’s test isn’t positive,” she said, only half joking. “i wouldn’t have caught anything from robbie anyways... no one else would mess around with him. except gabriella, maybe... and she learned to stay away from him.” she wasn’t proud of it, but she’d threatened that poor girl the night of that event. it wasn’t her best moment, and she’d apologize now if she could. now being grown, she’d probably apologize for a lot of things.