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@faithlessnate
Jasmine looked up, slightly startled at the presence of another. “Half sister, yeah.” She cocked an eyebrow, people who started off by asking her that question usually started to ask other questions she didn’t really want to answer, “And you’re one of the De Lucas…the one whose ass I saved from Thaddeus, if my memory doesn’t deceive me.
"You remember rightly." He nodded, though that had been when he was not so aware of what the house was holding. Nate wasn't really sure what to say, there was to much but not enough words. Not to mention he wasn't sure if talking to her would be the best thing. "Half-sister, you're still his sister. Heard you've been hiding for a while. Don't worry I'm not about to ask for your sob story." He shrugged, yeah this was going wonderfully, not.
"Hey, you're ah--" he had trouble with his words. Especially if she was anything like her brother. Though Nathaniel hoped not. "You're Tate's sister, right?"
"How else do you think I found out about the abortions, the franken-baby and all of the other tragedies?" Sarcasm dripped from her tone, but it was true. Nobody just blatantly told her what happened; she had to find out for herself, and on some days, she would have preferred not to have indulged herself in the twisted oddities of the house. "Oh, c’mon, their pain is the absolute highlight of my day.” Once again, her tone was heavy with sarcasm and a devilish smirk followed as per usual.
She took a few steps towards an empty table, it seemed a far better resting place than against the aged door frame. The girl was curious; was he a fellow volunteer seeking a break, or one of the many patients she found some enjoyment talking to. Raising the topic would be unfitting, considering the pair had just met. So, she opted for a lighter topic. “Have you found any other journals? I found an old patient’s diary. Can’t say I was shocked when she spoke of her fondness towards a doctor, some of them are cute.”
"Well I definitely like your style." He let out a small laugh, highly impressed with Abby, the new mystery girl he'd just met. "Okay, I know it can be fun I'm just saying I understand their pain. Two big brothers. Though I don't doubt your wrath can be just as bad as my two log-headed assholes for brothers." That was a compliment in Nathaniel's eyes.
He couldn't help but give a 'Yeah, that'd be right--' kind of smile as she started to speak again. It didn't take a genius the old patient would have been talking about his older brother. "Let me guess, was this Doctor De Luca? Because that wouldn't surprise me. He' my eldest brother and he kind of doesn't know how to keep it in his pants. I'd be careful if I were you."
"Uh, no. Never met you before in my life and you’re standing in my kitchen." What was with these people? Was Ben getting that sad about his practice being shit he had to get the craziest of the crazy? This wasn’t a hospital, this was a fucking house! If the divorce happens she honestly didn’t know who she wanted to live with more…so far her mom was winning this game.
"Dad is sensitive about this stuff but I’m not so, I’m Violet. You must be another patient of his psycho bullshit and you must have some thing where you walk around the house like it’s your own. Just…don’t jerk off in my bowl and we’ll be cool alright?"
Needless to say he was incredibly surprised by the last comment but by no means surprised. It was a Violet thing to say alright. "Okay wow, yeah no I maybe crazy but I'm not that crazy. Just a manic depressive who loves his drugs." That was probably the most honest he was about his illness, ever. "But I'm not your dad's patient, I've never even met the guy. Not sure I want to either, from what I've heard he might just hit on me."
That was a joke but he wasn't sure if it was in the best taste. He pulled a bowl from the cupboard and started to get cereal together. "We've met but it doesn't surprise me you don't remember. So... maybe you wanna start over? I promise not to jerk off in your bowl if you play nice?"
She was in mid chew of the cereal when she heard a voice, a stranger’s voice. Golden eyes shot up, seeing the strange boy walk around the kitchen…like he owned the place. What the fuck were these people walking through the house like this?! Maybe it was her dad’s method for patients with brain issues she had no fucking clue. Not knowing she was the one with the current brain issue.
"Uh…Who are you?" She asked with narrowed eyes. She didn’t know they had met. She didn’t know they once shared the same pain of being tossed aside by two selfish people. All of that was gone from her head. To her, he was just some stranger to her.
She looked incredibly confused and he couldn't blame her. They hadn't spoke in quite sometime. He also knew she was prone to blocking out traumatic events, losing the love of your life to someone else was probably under that category. He pulled out a box of cereal and gave a small "Hmph."
"They're not frosted flakes but they'll do." He smiled again and then looked at her with a mildly perplexed expression. She really didn't know who he was. "Uh, Nathaniel, Nathaniel De Luca." He said pointing towards himself. "You don't remember me?" He had the feeling they were both now mutually confused.
“I died taking all those pills…”
“Make the pain go away...”
“They’re going to make you remember, don’t let them. They want to destroy you.”
Violet’s shot open, rising from the bed taking a deep breath. Man, these were getting way intense. More vivid, real. But she shook out of it, they were just dreams. Dreams were shit your brain made, they held no value.
After she took a bath and got dressed she went down stairs. “Mom? Dad?” She called, but there was nothing. Weird, they’d be up fixing some shit to make her eat…where could they be? Oh well, she shrugged, opening the fridge to make a bowel of cereal.
The brain, what a powerful thing.
It was late afternoon, nearing dinner time and it was morbidly quiet. Nate didn't necessarily know why but he didn't mind. He sat on the couch in the front living room reading a book, he'd found some of his brother's old copies Hemingway books and thought they'd be a good way to pass the time. When he heard someone coming down the stairs he didn't look up, he didn't need to. But when he heard Violet's voice ring out calling for her parents he took his attention away from the book and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. She made her way to the kitchen which made the dark haired boy get up from his spot on the couch and followed her as quietly as he could.
Seeing she was sat down on a stool he put his book down on the counter and smiled at her politely. They hadn't spoken much before but he was hoping to change that, not to spite Tate or Steph in anyway but because he genuinely wanted to. "I'm really hoping we've got some frosted flakes around here somewhere." Nate said turning his attention towards the pantry to look for cereal for himself.
"Not when it’s about the dietary needs of old patients. They’re really specific with what I have to find." With yet another shrug of her shoulders, she finds a slight amusement in his attempt at keeping the conversation. Human interaction was an oddity to some of the patients, so she felt some satisfaction if she was able to bring them out of their shells, even if it were for a few short moments. "A doctor? Damn, I guess not much has really changed." She paused, the thought of the mad doctor sparked her interest. Perhaps she’d look into it at a later date. "Oh, I’ve heard the stories. My younger cousins ask about it all the time. I try and spare them the gory details, but seeing them cringe delights my twisted soul."
"I guess this is true. But that's why you've gotta snoop, find something more interesting then what old people need to eat." But she'd made her choice, "Then again, cleaning would probably be just as good a way to snoop around and find interesting information." Nathaniel gave a small shrug. For a split second he wondered what it was like inside her mind but he pushed the thoughts away as she continued talking. He gave a small yet amused laugh as she spoke of terrorising her cousins. "Yeah, well being the little brother I know how that feels. Go easy on 'em." It was strange to think under this roof, so much pain and misery had occurred. It made the young boy shudder for just a second until his attention was brought back to the redhead. "The abortions, the franken-baby, tragedy after tragedy." He was surprised he'd remembered so much from what Steph had told him.