She listened as he yelled and hit the wall.  She didn't have a choice, since her ears wouldn't close as easily as her eyes.  Eventually the streaking blue faded away.<br/><br/>She wanted to hate him.  It would be so much easier if she could just point to someone, to say it was his fault, that he should have left her be.  She couldn't, though.  She didn't want to hate anyone, and besides, how could she when he was so much like her?<br/><br/>It just wasn't fair.  She sat back against the wall, her hair going jet black as she laid her back against the wall and hugged her legs.  She didn't know what to say, but she certainly didn't want to talk about any of this right now.  "What happened between you and Becky?"  Maybe the best thing to do was to just change the subject.  She didn't look up at him, but she didn't run away either.  It seemed more as though she was just numb, maybe in denial of everything, and uncertain of what to do.