(Next part for Sunken's story) It was dark, the world seeming to shift around her as if her breathes were trying to rock her back to sleep. A slight ache floated around unhappily in the back of her head and she instinctively reached for it, trying to touch the source to make it stop. Something warm grabbed her arm, and she began to panic as it kept her from healing herself. I just need to touch it and it will be fine...She told herself. Off in the distance, she heard a voice. Pin points of light seeped into her vision and she caught sight of her body, bruised and scraped up, webs of black crossing her vision. The warm thing slowly set down her arm and she heard the humming of a voice next to her. Closing her eyes she turned her head slowly towards the noise. Her lids fluttered as she felt someone cup her cheek and something small and wet press to her forehead. She heard a second voice beside her, lower than the first, and it and the first were becoming loud and harsh now. They're fighting, she thought and flinched as the sound seemed to split the throbbing ache in her head in two. She gave a moan of pain and the voices hushed. Finally, her eyes open and she looked to her right to see her Mother, face blotchy from tears, and to her left, David trying to hide his look of hatred as he looked down at her. "Welcome back." He grumbled, hands on his hips. Naomi didn't want to admit it but she could cry she was so happy to see her brother even just being there and talking to her. Before she could stop it, tears were pouring down her cheeks and she raised her arms up to him, seeking comfort. David eyed her hands before looking over to their mother, his usual hard look on his face. "David...please, you're her big brother." Her mother whispered sternly. Naomi whimpered as he pushed her hands back down to her sides. "David!" Dezeray snapped as he then angrily left the room, slamming the door hard. She looked back to her daughter who lay there trembling. "It's alright, sweetheart, don't cry..." Naomi stiffened slowly looking over to her mother with an expression of betrayal. "It's alright?" She whispered as if considering the choice of words. "How is it alright?" "You're alive." Dezeray reminded her, eyeing the bandage around her beaten daughters face. The girl sat up from her place on the torn up mattress, lip quavering. "Barely..." "Oh, honey." Her mother pulled her into a hug, rubbing her daughters back as she cried into her shoulder. "Shhh, Mommy's here...Mo-" Naomi stopped crying and jerked away from her mother, wiping a hand across her eyes as she glared at her mother. "She wasn't there at the repair shop, Mommy just stood there and watched, Mommy didn't do anything, Mommy didn't even come to my side after the explosion. Mommy is a...is a..." She looked around herself angerily, Dezeray shaking her head. "No, Naomi, I was there-" "Mommy's a ____! That's what she is! She cares more about David than her daughter who David bullies!" She screamed at her. Dezeray standing up and gripping her daughter by the shoulders, trying to get a word in, but Naomi hit them away and hopped off the bed. "David, David, David DAVID! My gosh why don't you just marry him if you love him so much!? Oh David, father would be so proud, oh David you're so well mannered, oh David this oh David that! Will ___ David! And-" "SHUT UP!" Dezeray screamed, face red in rage. Naomi immediately fell silence in fear. She was up against the door now, body shaking, feeling queasy as she saw her mother's broken hearted expression. Dezeray slowly advancing towards her daughter. "I-I didn?t mean it, Naomi, please, I-" "Get-get away from me." Naomi whimpered and flung open the door, dashing out of the room. She ran through the gang's run-down base, the members glancing her way. Sprinting for the door, the ache in her head suddenly making her vision bounce up and down. Stopping, and swaying, she touched behind her right ear and pulled back a hand soaked in blood. Oops...was the only word that came to mind as she looked up at the door with heavy lids. A figure stood before it and reached hand for her. "Naomi, are you insane? Go lay back down." David hissed, turning his sister around by the shoulders and guiding her back towards the 'hospital' room. She looked around herself, feeling hard stairs burning into her flesh, as she tried to clear her vision. "No." She stopped, her brother bumping into her. "What?" "No, I don?t want to go back." "Oh shut up you-" He spat when Naomi ripped the gun Moby had given him and spun around pointing it at her brother, having no clue how to use it. "N-no David, no YOU sh-shut up." She stuttered, his green eyes blazing and she knew if she didn?t have the gun she probably would have been road kill by now. A few of the gang members stood, unsheathing switchblades, ready to rip her open if necessary. Naomi gulped before walking around him and backing up to the door again, steps clumsy as her vision swayed to and fro. "Don't, David, don't you EVER mess with me again, or I'll-I'll put a bullet through your head." "Yeah whatever little miss sunken skull, you don't even know to use the ___ gun." He snapped at her. "I'll learn how to...and you'll regret it." She threatened childishly before slipping out the door in the most non-elegant way possible. She stood outside in the eerie alley way for a moment, trying to regain her sense of balance before walking pitifully down the brick road. The door to the gang's hideout swung open and she whirled around, expecting to see David or her mother but instead watched as Glass jogged up to her. "Where are you going?" "Away..." She mumbled and turned from him, beginning to walk again afraid that Moby would come barging out after her, though she knew he could care less. Naomi bit her lip in irritation as she found Glass keeping pace with her. "Me too!" He grinned at her and she glanced over at him, giving a sad grin and a soft laugh as they walked through the city. "Cool." She pulled her hair behind her ear, revealing the bloodied bandage and mumbling. "I hope it doesn't leave a scar." Having seen with everyone, else the huge dent in the side of her head he mumbled softly: "Yeah...that'd...be a shame..."

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