After Jess took the two girls to somewhere else, it seemed things were rather gentle in this part. After the talk with Jess, Celena still didn't feel welcome, especially in that home and went outside. Maybe my scent will be caught up in the wind and I'll be carried away so I can't cause any trouble... she thought, sighing as she sat in a tree far away from the hut.
Deiara thought it was odd for a little girl to not be able to talk, except when Jess talked to her in a certain way, but Deiara thought she shouldn't really be there and walked out. I don't really fit in anyway, so I'd better go...
She walked away from the hut. It was really cold out. Deiara was wearing a black shirt with no sleeves and black shorts, she did have bandages from her ankles to her legs and arms to her wrists (basically over her entire body except for feet face and hands with her black fingerless gloves), but it didn't really help. She sat under a tree and laughed under her breathe. "Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll die of hypothermia..."
"Why would you want to die?"
Deiara turned and Celena was up in the tree she was under. "I want to die for obvious reasons, but why do you?" Celena asked her.
Deiara turned her head. "My past wasn't all red roses when I was born. My mom hated me because I had the same eyes as my dad... an Uchiha's, so she refused to talk to me or see me, when I tried to talk to her and my dad wasn't home, she'd slap me and I'd cry."
She stopped to sigh. "I know it's not really anything compared to what you've been through the past years, but I was sad... And I began biting my arms... and I also cut myself more than a hundred times."
Deiara unwrapped one of the bandages on her arm and showed the bruising and multiple slashes, scars, and cuts. Celena looked at Deiara surprised. "The only reason most people can't tell about the damage is when I put make up on them." she wrapped her arm back up.
"Most of the kids know about this... the adults just say it's a rumor un..." she looked at the ground and then shivered.
"It's really cold for you out here, huh?" Celena said, "Maybe I should get you back in-"
"No. I don't belong there. I don't fit in, so it's better to stay away."
Celena looked at her with sad eyes. "Are you sure? Your friend is there..."
"I know... but I still don't belong..."
