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[the-angriest-chick-in-canada]

ooc post :

Anything for you.

MY TURN. idk i was bored so this kept me occupied for like, hour and a half. if this is ass don’t tell me

Noelle was leaving school after staying behind, needing to speak with a teacher. She walked through the gate to exit the school when she heard yelling nearby. Being the nosy person she was, she followed the source, walking behind the school to see a huddle of four girls covering two other individuals.

Clearly a fight was going on. She shrugged it off and started her way home until she heard a familiar voice coming from the group.

Tamara.

She stopped her way home and immediately turned back around, pushing through the girls to get to her. “what the hell is going on?!” She yelled, everyone stopping to stare at her. “well?”

“El..” Tamara froze, her hand was grasping a girls arm. She looked down and dropped the girl from her grasp, spitting near her before Noelle grabbed Tamara by the wrist and started to storm off.

“Hey! you still haven’t finished what you started you brute!” The girl on the ground yelled, hobbling at she stood up.

“Shut up you know I’d whoop your ass anyways!” Tamara boasted, flipping off the girl before turning back to Noelle.

Soon they arrived at Noelle’s house, they dropped their stuff off in Noelle’s room before she dragged them into her bathroom.

Noelle sat Tamara on the edge of the bathtub as she started rummaging through cabinets, finding her first aid kit and wetting a rag. She sat on the lid of the toilet, balancing the kit on her legs.

She cupped Tamara’s face in her hand as she began wiping her bloodied face. “Tamara I told you to stop being so impulsive.” Noelle scolded, “you can’t just go around fighting people. Even for me.”

She twisted around and grabbed another rag, holding it to Tamara’s nose as it was still bleeding. “Hold this here,” her tone softening from what it was not even two seconds ago. But it didn’t last long. “you could really get yourself hurt one day, more than just a couple bruises and a bloody nose.”

Opening the first aid kit, Noelle grabbed the gauze and bandages from within in before putting it aside. she began cleaning Tamara’s knuckles, still scolding her. “You don’t need to fight my battles, I told you I didn’t care and it didn’t bother me so-“

“Noelle.” Tamara mumbled, cutting Noelle off on her tangent. Tamaras face was soft, her cheeks flush, probably from the fight. yeah. her deep brown eyes were slightly glassy, staring with something she’d never seen before. love? no. couldn’t be.

“I’m not going to just let them bully you with no consequences.” Tamara moved the rag from her nose, the bleeding had stopped. She wiped what was left off and threw the rag into a near hamper. “ok?” She stared at Noelle, her intentions were pure just not executed very well.

Noelle sighed and cracked a small smile, she couldn’t stay mad at her. “Ok ok fine. Thank you Tamara, just be safer next time,” She pressed a small kiss to Tamara’s now bandaged knuckles before freezing and immediately standing up. 

They both stared at each other, the air tense. Noelle was bright red, god why the hell would she do that. “So I- uhm.. I’ll go make us tea. Yep!” She stuttered, “you can uh, can go to my room.” 

“Yeah ok-“ Tamara began but Noelle had already sped away. She looked down at her bandages, Noelle’s lip gloss leaving a faint mark on the top of it. She smiled pathetically.

[the-angriest-chick-in-canada]

”the urge to leave”

ooc :

uhhh just angst posting idk, Tamara has finally gone back home but was it really the right decision?

tw : mentions of abuse, sh? kinda? sorry i’m not good with warnings

The scene replayed in her mind as she clung to her tear stained pillow. She felt weak, someone like her shouldn’t be crying into a pillow on a random Monday evening, but there she sat anyways. Her arms and back ached, sore from what was inflicted on her only an hour before. It hurt to move, so she stayed laying on her side despite the shocks of pain shooting through her arm. At least she felt human in that moment, knowing the pain made her alive. Not that she wanted to be.

They’d never done something like this, maybe a hit at the back of the head or a push down the hall but never this. I mean they were good people were they not? No one would believe her; troubled, reckless Tamara. the “angriest girl in town.”

She winced as she sat up, holding a pillow still in her lap. The pillow had a T-shirt wrapped around it, her father’s shirt to be exact. She wore a similar one as well, bringing the collar up to her nose but realizing his scent had been long gone. She held back a sob, her throat rattling as she breathed. It was the same for the pillow draped over the pillow, she’d worn them down over the years till there was nothing left. 

She turned to a corner of her room, looking at her empty guitar stand. Well fuck her, she’d forgotten it at Noelle’s. Typical. On days like this she’d usually fall asleep next to it, cradling herself next to it just to feel closer to her dad in a way.

He’d been so gentle teaching her how to play, his large, rough hands softly moving hers to help her correctly hold it. His laugh when she’d get frustrated or excited for playing correctly. 

Tamara was his light, as he’d call her. моє світло. Though she was no one’s light anymore, that flame had burned out long ago. Maybe it had gone away just as he did.

But, she felt that flame reignite when she was around Noelle, even if it was just the slightest flicker. Oh Noelle, maybe the only person that truly understood her. She was gentle like her father, her voice as soft as her hands that grazed her arms and her hair as she comforted her on particularly bad days.

Tamara shook her head, no. She can’t think like that she’d engaged for gods sake.

She grabbed onto the skin of her upper arm and pinched it hard, forgetting about the bruises and yelping at the immense wave of pain that ensued. She held a hand to her mouth for a moment as tears ran down her cheeks, and then the pain subsided and she breathed out a long, shaky breath.

The light of the room was dim, being illuminated by a small desk lamp that was on its last leg of life. Tamara got up to turn it off before carefully laying back in her bed, ignoring the warm waves of pain that shook through her arms. Staring at the ceiling she thought of what she’d done to deserve this. Maybe it was all her impure thoughts, corrupting her mind and chances at happiness. But it didn’t matter anymore, what’s done is done. 

She closed her red, puffy eyes and ignored all the noise in her head for once. Drifting to sleep, hoping to dream of a place where she can be happy finally.