Dustin bit his lip. Hoping beyond hope that Fiona would stand up for him or at least stand up to her mother. Knowing she probably wouldn't. If she didn't it was just another sign that he didn't really mean anything to anyone. He saw the pleading look and didn't understand it. The tears in his eyes started to fall. The woman had her daughter like a puppet. Her daughter wasn't even going to stand up to her for him. His tears fell. His arms fell to his side. He just sat there numbly. It was just another sign of how little worth if any he had to anyone.<br/><br/>He glares at her mother. "You are a puppet master who is a total witch. She tortures her daughter and plays with her like a child does a toy. You WON'T be seeing ME there. I REFUSE!" he yells after her. Shaking hard and just cries. Not caring that Fiona would see. He didn't matter to her so why should it matter that he was crying. He pulled away from her. "I really don't mean anything." He backs up. "My own good friend wouldn't stand up to a monster for me...I don't mean anything to anyone. My mother was right. I am not worth anything." He was shaking hard and crying. He flies off of the bed and into the corner. Curling up and crying. Shaking hard and his words would reveal more of his past. "Mother was right. No one would care about me. Maybe I should just cut to kill. Cutting for pain isn't helping. I don't matter so it wouldn't matter. Maybe I should do like my mother told me to do...die. So nobody will have to deal with my worthless self. I don't want to but what does it matter."<br/><br/>He says to himself. "Nobody cares....I really aren't worth anything to anyone. I don't matter......" He just sobbed after that. He cried. "I don't understand why she wouldn't stand up for me...when I stood up for her...." He gets out. "Mother was right...nobody will ever care about a little wicked child or person like me." He murmers other things and just cries. Laying there on the floor in a ball.