Survival discussion

Emerson ran into the library, panting. She needed somewhere to stay for just a little while. Stay and relax. She looked at the rows upon rows of books.

Jaylyn slowly felt her way around tables and chairs, unaccustomed to the new layout of the room. It had been reorganized recently. She sighed and sat at what she hoped was an empty table.

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Em sat down at a table near a girl that looked close to her age. She said nothing. What would they say? What could she say?

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Jaylyn didn't move, her fingers tapping an absent rhythm on her chair. She bit her lip, thinking she heard someone sit at the table. Was she wrong? She reached down and stroked Sparky's head absentmindedly. She was happy they let him in the library; she couldn't do anything without her service dog.

Emerson looked at the girl skeptically. Her eyes were... strangely blank. Was the girl blind? She was bout to ask if she was, but decided not to. That was a bit rude. She settled for: "Hi," instead.

Jaylyn jumped, straining her ears for other noises. "Hi." she said uncertainly, twisting her fingers in Sparky's long fur nervously. Her other hand clutched the side of her chair with an iron grip.

"What's your deal? I'm Emerson." She introduced herself to the jumpy girl. She crossed her legs in her chair fiddling with the lace on one of her combat boots.

Jaylyn frowned, twisting her fingers more tightly in Sparky's fur. She turned her head in the direction that she thought Emerson's voice was coming from, and bit her lip. "My deal?" she asked softly. "I'm Jaylyn."

"Cool name, Jaylyn." Emerson said. "So... Are you blind?" She asked curiously. "I mean, I'm just wondering." She added quickly hoping she didn't sound too rude.

Jaylyn bit her lip, her face probably stony and fearful. She wouldn't know what that looked like, though. "Why are you asking?" she asked quietly.

"I'm just wondering. I mean, why else would they let a dog in here? And you're eyes are glazed over and blank. So... Either you have weird ass eyes and incredible persuasive skills, or you're blind." Emerson replied.

Jaylyn bit her lip, blinking quickly. "Weird eyes, huh? Thanks." she said coldly, twisting her fingers tighter into Sparky's fur. "That makes me feel so good." she added sarcastically. She should have known the library wasn't a place to be safe from people who picked on her eyes. It wasn't her fault!

Emerson looked at her. "Weird in a good way, they're pretty and unique. All I have are brown eyes." She said. "I didn't mean it a an insult,"

Jaylyn shook her head. "Everyone does. I've never met a person who comments on my eyes or my dog and doesn't mean it as an insult." she commented, clutching Sparky's collar tightly.

"But I didn't," She said truthfully. "Your dog is cute, what's his... of her's name?" Em asked Jaylyn. She retied her combat boot's lace, realizing she has untied it.

Jaylyn relaxed her grip on Sparky's collar slightly. "Is he cute? I don't know. His name's Sparky." she said quietly, still holding the side of her chair tightly.

"Hi Sparky," Emerson smiled. "He is absolutely adorable." She loved animals, they made her happy. She was hardly ever happy these days.

Jaylyn nodded. "I've been told that a lot. Not sure if it's true, though. Not like I can prove it to myself." she said quietly, as if she were speaking to herself. She wouldn't wallow in self pity; she never did. There was nothing Jaylyn could do to change the fact that she was born blind. There was nothing she could do, and she'd never change it. So what was the point in being upset about it?

"Well, take my word for it then." Em said, uncrossing her legs. "So... What are you doing here?" She asked her.

Jaylyn shrugged. "Trying to hide from bullies." she said quietly. "They always find me in the recording studio, so I come here." she twisted her fingers into Sparky's fur tightly.

"You're getting bullied? By who?" She asked stiffly. Em hated bullies. Hated them. No one deserved that torture.

Jaylyn bit her lip. "I think the list of people not bullying me would be shorter than the list of people who are." she said honestly. "I don't really care."

"Well, obviously you do. Or else you wouldn't be hiding," Emerson pointed out. "Why would they bully you?"

"Like I said earlier, you're the first person I've met who doesn't make fun of my eyes. Why else? Being blind isn't exactly something that makes you lots of friends." Jaylyn said coldly, not toward Emerson, but toward the thought that being blind caused all this. How would they like it if they'd been born blind?

"Well, they should respect you," Emerson said. "You can do your make up perfectly, even though you can't see it, you manage to do everything that I can do... and maybe even better than me. They shouldn't bully you. Don't they realize that every day for you is already a little struggle and they're making it worse?"

"Try telling them that. No matter what, they can't get over the fact that my eyes aren't normal. It's not fair." Jaylyn said quietly, petting Sparky absentmindedly. He was a good dog; and somehow he always relaxed her. A lot.

"Well, I will try telling them that." Emerson said. "Your eyes really aren't that different you know. They're just a little bit lighter than mine."

Jaylyn smiled for what felt like the first time in an eternity, even if it was only slightly. "Thanks. I'd appreciate that, but they're probably not gonna stop." she said quietly, tapping her fingers quietly.

Emerson smirked. "Oh yeah they will," She said. "You haven't seen, well, heard my bad side yet." Emerson added.

"Should I be afraid?" Jaylyn asked quietly, stroking Sparky's fuzzy head. He licked her fingers, and Jaylyn smiled faintly. "I get the feeling that I should."

Em's grin widened. "Nah, well... Maybe a little." Emerson said.

"Make up your mind." Jaylyn said exasperatedly, not seeing her grin. "It's confusing." she added. "Or I think so, at least." she sighed and leaned back in her chair.

Emerson looked at her. "So what do you like?" She asked. "Any hobbies, or... interests?" Em asked Jaylyn.

Jaylyn smiled, her eyes growing wistful. "Music. Anything music. Singing especially." She said quietly, knitting her fingers in Sparkys fur. Music was the only thing that kept her grounded.

"You sing?" She asked, her mood instantly lifting. "I sing too, I love music. It's what keeps me sane," Emerson said truthfully. If she didn't listen to music or write songs, she would probably lose herself.

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Jaylyn nodded. "What am I without music? There's no answer, because without music, I am nothing. Singings my favorite. But I'm a guitarist and a pianist too. Just about any instrument really..."

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"I love writing my own songs," Emerson said. "It would be cool to collaborate one day," She said.

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Jaylyn nodded. "It really would. What kind of music?" She asked quietly, biting her lip and closing her eyes, leaning back in her chair.

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"Well, I have a voice that can sing any genre except rock, but I like alternative and some pop. I really like singer song writers,"

Jaylen nodded approvingly. "I like pop, classical, and country the best. Country is life." She said quietly. Her music idols were Taylor Swift, Demi Lovato, and Cassadee Pope. They were amazing. She sang just like them when she tried.

"Who are your favourites?" Emerson asked Jaylyn. "I like Ed Sheeran, Imagine Dragons, Taylor Swift and about a billion more,"

Jaylyn smiled faintly, scratching Sparky's head absentmindedly as she spoke. She'd never been so open to someone that she wasn't related to before. Emerson made her feel like she didn't have to worry. Was this what it felt like to have a friend? "Taylor Swift, Demi Lovato, Ariana Grande, and Cassadee Pope." She said quietly.