kirby had survived, but just barely. she died for a full 4 minutes and it was nothing like she imagined; just darkness for what felt like an eternity. and then searing pain bringing her back to life and forcing air back into her lungs. it took a while to recover and the now stitched over stab wound would forever be a reminded of her friends betrayal. she was scared every second of the day, scared to make new friends, scared to get close to anyone ever again.. she knew she couldn't live like this. against better judgment and the begging and pleading of her parents kirby makes plans to confront him. she had to talk to charlie again.
it took a lot of convincing to the jail to let them set up this meeting, no one thought it was a good idea, but she knew she needed it. the anxiety in her body makes her shake slightly and finger nails dig into her palms over and over as she waits at the cold table for him to be brought out. her eyes check the chains he would be attached to over and over, making sure they were still there before snapping up hearing the door echo open. kirby makes an effort to sit up straighter and hide the fear in her eyes as he's brought out, even if her stomach was flipping. not staying a word, just staring as he gets restrained to the table across from her. " charlie.. " she starts simply, tapping her finger against the wood as she finds her words. " that's a good color on you. "
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