The Damage You Had Done 2

A week had passed since our first encounter with Zane. And life was to get stranger yet.

Counselling room 42, I read from beside the door. 42 counselling rooms?
"It's a pretty messed up city." Said Zane, answering my unspoken question. God, that was annoying. He grinned. He grinned far too much for my liking.
Suddenly the smile fell from his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. Zane had stumbled backwards and was now leaning against the wall, head in hands. He was shaking his head slowly and making visible efforts to right himself. I was shocked to see tears in his eyes.
"Are you guys okay?" came Lola's wavering voice, just as I was about to repeat my own question, her sightless eyes overflowing with worry.
Zane swallowed and regained his composure. I could see that he was a little unsteady but he tried to hide it.
"No need to worry," Zane said, attempting a reassuring smile which came out as a sort of pained grimace, "I'm perfectly fine."
"Really?" asked Lola, totally unconvinced, "You sound hurt. Have you been crying?"
"I'm perfectly fine," he repeated, though even as he spoke pain flashed across features, "I get headaches…"
We waited a few moments after that before entering the room, Zane still obviously in pain. And denial.

"Greetings, my friends!" Zane opened, good to see that the pain wasn't affecting his little eccentricities,  "Welcome to our humble group, Lucy and Lola."
The humble group comprised of Talia, her twin brother David and a girl called Tempest.
Looking at Talia I could tell that she would never like me. She eyed my leather jacket and gelled hair with a sharp aggression that made me feel very self-conscious of my somewhat eccentric fashion choices. Especially as she was dressed like a normal teenager. Maybe too normal, you know? T-shirt and jeans. Her dark skin was smooth and unblemished but this only served to add to the plain appearance. Bland.
Jealousy spread from the girl's every pore; I swear I could smell it.  I couldn't see why – according to Zane, the boy currently having some sort of fit at the front of the room, we were all weird here.
Next was Talia's brother, David. I'd always thought that I shared a lot in common with my sister, we'd been mistaken for twins quite a few times, but this was something else. They were just so similar it was untrue, and you could tell that they were close just from looking at them. Talia was a spiky sort of person, aggressive, but she seemed to soften when she talked to David.
As for David himself – he was a nice kid. Maybe a little shy, but what do you expect from a boy with a domineering sister like that? I smiled at him, despite Talia's disapproving glares. He smiled back. Pleased with myself, I turned to his sister and stuck my tongue out.  She seemed deeply disgusted at my childish gesture. Well done me.
And then there was Tempest.
Tempest frightened me. She seemed nice enough but was something… wrong about her. Nothing in particular – and perhaps that was the most unsettling thing. She was wrong in a subtle way that terrified me to the core.
The only peculiar thing I could pinpoint in that first meeting was the tint of violet in her stony grey eyes. But that wasn't enough to explain my deep aversion to her.
It wasn't like she was even ugly. Quite the opposite. She was pretty. In fact, if everyone wasn't so point blank terrified of her, she may have been beautiful. She had large eyes fringed with dark eyelashes of the sort that blonde girls like me are deeply envious. Her skin was too dark to be considered pale, yet too pale to be considered olive – this and her jet black hair combined to give her a seemingly oriental appearance. But I didn't envy her beauty, it was tainted somehow.
And that was all of us. I don't know what Zane wanted us to be, but he'd got his little brigade of freaks.