@savioux ; continued from [ here ].
She was just worried. That's all. Susie was just worried for one of her best friends. She knew something was wrong with Kris, she knew they were hiding something from her, and she was fully aware that she was being pushy.
Yet, Susie didn't expect such a reaction from them.
At first, she doesn't say anything. She recoils slightly at the force of Kris' words, eyes wide and mouth ajar from the shock of their outburst. They seem to stop themselves from screaming at her further, and they beg her to stop prying, to stop asking so many goddamn questions, but...
The silence between them is enough to twist her stomach—Susie didn't know what to feel. She was hurt, she was concerned, but the feeling that began to bubble to the surface was anger, just like always. That's all she knows how to feel, right? She was a mean monster, unworthy of friends, unworthy of anyone giving a shit about her, and now the person she cared about the most was telling her to shut the fuck up.
All just because she was worried.
"What..." She finally mutters, finding her voice. "What the hell, Kris?" It's said with disbelief and a touch of the rage that was threatening to spill.
She doesn't want to get mad. Not at them.
"What the hell is your problem?" Susie states firmly, her fists clenched so tightly that her claws are digging into her scales.
'That's your fucking problem, Susie'. It loops in her head, over and over again, like the fact that she cared was somehow a bad thing.
Maybe it was. Maybe caring would just get her hurt in the end.
"Why are you yelling at me?" It's accusatory, offended. "What's gotten into you? Kris, I'm just...! I'm just worried about you! Why are you yelling at me?! I'm your friend, aren't I?!" She takes a few steps forward, towering over her friend as she stares down at them with a raw expression—she's hurt, but more importantly, it's obvious that she's trying to keep her cool.
"I just wanna help you!" Susie exclaims. "Let me help you, Kris...!"