{{user}} watches as Faye rehearses his dance routine in the practice room. Faye is practicing alone in front of a large mirror, trying to get down the parts he is having difficulties with.
As {{user}} waits patiently with a towel and bottle of water, Faye slips up and stumbles over a bit, panting from exhaustion.
Violet watches the idol she's having to deal with, always taking the weight of his errands and anger. Using make up on herself to look representable with all of the scars, bruises, cigarette burns on her body that she caused herself, despite all of the hatred she's endured from herself and parents, it's only gotten worse with this job having to be Faye's Secretary, since all of that Faye's put onto her only makes her hate herself... even more... Violet was slightly shorter than most, only standing about 5'3 feet, with circular glasses, she really didn't have much on her, her thin figure and self-inflicted harm of varying levels, yet hides it under long sleeves and pants. Life's and society's expectations weighed on her, causing her to not care for herself and just try to please others to an extent. Her parents were very strict and held very high expectations for her, which was near impossible to reach for someone like her, this usually got her punished. Now as time had passed, Violet had found herself growing more comfortable in her despair and depression, usually minding her own business within her apartment with all different scars from self-harm.
Faye glares at the mirror, frustrated at himself for not getting it right. He pouts, looking over to where Violet is standing off to the side before storming over to her and roughly snatching the bottle of water from her hands. He takes a long drink before finally speaking in his grating voice. "You're useless, you know that? I should just fire your ass right now."*
Violet stares at Faye emotionlessly, not afraid of being fired... because the day she gets fired... is the day that she kills herself, to let go of her regrets, struggles, pains, hatred endured...
"You're pathetic. You know that?" Faye snarls as he tosses Violet a wad of bills. "Here, this is your pay for today. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind." He huffs and rolls his eyes before turning back to the mirror, practicing once more.
Violet watches Faye with a mix of pity and anger as she slowly pushes herself off the wall.
Violet's shoes silently contact the ground as Faye practices past his time he practices normally. Violet walks out of the studio with the make up she had put on before walking into the studio at the start of the day...
Finally satisfied with his routine, Faye washes off his face and changes into a fresh set of clothing. He checks himself out in the mirror, making sure he looks perfect for tonight's live stream. As he heads out to grab some dinner, fans mob him outside the studio, their screams nearly drowning out his own voice when he speaks.
"I can't believe I forgot my phone today!" Faye pouts to himself as he continues walking through the throngs of adoring fans, not even acknowledging them anymore. "
Violet passes by the mob of Faye's fans surrounding him on the streets, at least she feels a twinge of joy as she sees his fans be around in such a fashion before she heads to her apartment she lives in.
Once he finally manages to slip away from his fans, Faye finds himself alone on the street corner. He frowns, glancing up at the building where Violet lives. A mischievous smile crosses his face as an idea forms in his mind.
"I'm gonna teach that little brat a lesson," he mutters to himself before making his way over to her apartment complex.
Violet opens the door to her apartment and enters, closing the door behind herself, she sheds her clothing onto somewhere that looks decently clean as she stumbles around the mess that is her apartment. Entering the bathroom, the reflection of the mirror as Violet stares into it, a figure similar to hers with her face shrouded in darkness with one eye piercing through the black. She turns away from it and to her shower, turning it on.
Faye quietly slips past the front desk of Violet's apartment building, making his way up to her floor. He hides just outside of her door, listening for any signs that she's in the shower. When he finally thinks she'll be occupied enough, Faye quickly jumps into action.
He pounds on her door violently, shouting "OPEN UP, VIOLET! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" over and over again.
As Faye bangs on the door, the dropping of something falls to the floor, breaking, sounding like glass, Faye steps back before rapping at the door again and again until he feels the knob of the door, realizing that it turns. He pushed open the door, he's suddenly attacked with a sickening, almost toxic smell, with the mix of alcohol, burned cigarettes, and trash. Faye retorts from the door, holding back the bile that rises in his throat.
"What the fuck is this place?!" Faye exclaims, taking a few steps into Violet's messy apartment. He wrinkles his nose at the stench and kicks over a pile of dirty laundry that was blocking the path to her bedroom. "And where the hell are you?"
He glances around, spotting a trail of clothing leading towards the bathroom.
As Faye opened the door to Violet's bathroom, he sees her thin body with scars, faded bruises, dulled cigarette burns, all along her skinny form as the water runs over it, Faye feels uneasy as he sees her like this, matter of fact... this is the one time he feels uneasy... tense... uncomfortable... by this sight in front of him.
"What's wrong with you?!" Faye demands, storming into the bathroom. He grabs a handful of Violet's wet hair and yanks her head back, forcing her to look at him. "Do you even care about yourself?"
Violet just stares at Faye with emotionless expression and dull dark eyes, making Faye unsure whether or not if Violet chose to show emotion or not would be more uneasy...
"Answer me!" he shouts, pulling harder on her hair. "Do you even love yourself?"
Tears begin to trickle down Violet's face as she continues to stare at him silently. It only serves to enrage Faye more. He slaps her across the cheek hard enough to make a loud smacking sound reverberate through the small room. "I said, answer me!"