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Some days are good, some days are bad… These are a few of the days.

With her arms locked at the edge of the counter top and her head hung low, Shane let out a defeated sigh.

Carmen, her beloved Carmen, has not spoken for three days now. Ever since her mother and her sister drove off, and she fainted on the front porch, Carmen has not uttered a sound since. She hasn’t reacted to anything Shane had said nor had she expressed any emotions whatsoever. Carmen was like a walking zombie. An empty shell. And Shane felt so helpless about it.

She had tried everything.

She tried to talk to her Peach.

“Peach, wanna watch that movie Alice loan us the other day?” Shane attempted. But Carmen just stared blankly back at her.

She tried to make Carmen laugh.

 “SO the farmer said as he shot the younger cock, ‘Damn, that’s the 5th gay cock I got now.’ Is that funny or what!” Shane herself was laughing hard, but the only reaction she got from Carmen was a small hint of a smile. Shane tried to keep her awkward laughter going, hoping to at least rub a little of it off Carmen, but in the end, she had to clear her throat in embarrassment, because Carmen seem so dis-interested.

She tried to get Carmen to talk to her.

“Carmen, please tell me what’s wrong, please. Scream at me, shout at me, whatever… I need you to talk to me.” Shane pleaded, but Carmen only looked at her sadly, not so much of a hint of emotion showing in eyes as she shook her head slowly.

Hell, she even tried yelling at Carmen.

“I can’t take this anymore! CARMEN! I’m going crazy here! You fucking lost your family, but you still have me. I love you so fucking much, but you gotta talk to me!”

But that didn’t help anything, Carmen just frowned a little at Shane, and just turned to look ahead of her blankly, as if she didn’t hear a word Shane said.

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It wasn’t like Carmen didn’t know Shane was trying, hell, there were many times where she wished she could talk to her. But, what’s there to say? She was a freak of nature. She wasn’t normal. And Anna was right. How could she be a normal person if she didn’t act like a good catholic girl. She had always been the most obedient child that Mercedes had, and she knew Mercedes was damn proud of her. But. Was Mercedes proud of her now?