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Post by Elizabeth Tailor on Mar 8, 2013 23:49:23 GMT -5
Elizabeth could tell from the windows that the light was slowly fading into black outside. Most of the patients were getting ready to go to bed soon, but Elizabeth couldn't sleep. She hadn't for days now, and it wasn't like her. She didn't have insomnia or anything of the sort. It was the nightmares that kept her awake. Made her too terrified to go back to sleep. Shaking, her sweaty palms gripped the window sill in the hall as her dream flowed back to her in sickening waves.
She was back home again, sitting on her mother's vintage couch, watching TV like she used to do all the time. But something was off in this dream. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it was like a different realm almost. The room's colors were replaced with mostly gray hues, and the TV held only static. Still, her dream self stared at the screen, seemingly unaware of her surroundings.
Then, there was a noise. Like a clap of thunder in a summer storm. She, now coherent in her sleep, noticed this noise. She jumped up from the sofa and whipped around. There stood a man, in a grey suit. He was short and fat and stocky. She felt a wave of nausea when she realized who it was. It was him, the one who stripped her of her innocence, her life.
She tried to run, but her feet would not move. He came closer, and closer yet, until she could smell the rancid whiskey on his breath, and feel his stubble from his face on hers. He smiled with his slightly yellowing teeth and looked at her like she was a dessert, something to eat. She looked into his eyes, black and unforgiving. Then he reached down to his pants and unzipped them slowly...
Elizabeth pulled herself out of her memory of the nightmare and fell to the dirty floor, hands on her stomach. She thought she might vomit, so she stayed still. She was too weak to get back up, and she was shaking violently. Oh god- it was like he was touching her again, haunting her. She couldn't take it anymore, not here, not anywhere.
She tried to pull herself together but only found herself breaking apart. She stared at the cement floor, feeling the hot tears slip out onto her cheeks but never reacting to them. She hadn't broken down like this in a long time. "No, no, no..please-no." She whispered to no one, eyes never leaving the ground. |
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Post by Emma Dacey on Mar 9, 2013 22:03:25 GMT -5
Emma was wandering for the few minutes she had until the staff found her and locked her into her room for the night. It was typical of her to somehow manage to sneak away and get a few extra minutes of 'freedom'. She spotted another blonde, staring out the window and then collapsing into some form of breakdown. Not all too uncommon here, though she couldn't help but to take several slow steps toward the girl. She would have offered her a cigarette but she hadn't managed to find a way to get any in here yet. It was actually driving her pretty insane.
Hah.
She leaned against the window sill next to where the girl had collapsed, brushing her hair straight back off of her face with her left hand and turning to face the rest of the room, keeping an eye out for any staff that would dare to try and drag her back to her room so soon.
Emma herself had her fair share of neuroses and breakdowns, hallucinations and all. Some of them were downright terrifying though nothing was based on something that had actually happened to her. She had stabbed her ex boyfriend and had intended a lot worse for him. The things inside her brain, the things none had heard of were far beyond that of the normal teenaged girl.
"You too, huh?" she said in a nonchalant tone, sliding down to sit on the floor beside the weeping girl. She wasn't sure of what had triggered this girls breakdown but she had some vague idea. "Are you one of those people who don't like to be touched? 'Cause I'll give you a hug if you need it."
This one was cute, and really Emma wanted to make her feel better. She hoped to make a friend in this pretty young thing, maybe. |
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Post by Elizabeth Tailor on Mar 10, 2013 1:13:42 GMT -5
Elizabeth jumped slightly at the voice beside her, not expecting anyone to be there. She tried to focus on the female voice, trying to use it to pull her back into the here and now, and out of her nightmare. She concentrated on what the girl was saying, and took several deep breaths. With some struggle, she unclenched her fists and sat up a bit.
"..Yeah, me too." She replied, her voice shaking. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, from a mixture of fear and anxiety. Being around anyone new was always a challenge. Trying to act normal, however, didn't seem to be an option right now. She sighed and looked at the girl next to her. She seemed to be around her age, and very pretty. This intimidated Elizabeth even more.
She bit her lip and tried to calm herself down. This girl seemed nice enough,and hadn't tried to kill her yet, so that was a plus. Still, it was strange to be inches from a stranger. When the girl asked if she needed a hug, she was hesitant. But, she wasn't as bad as some of the patients when it came to touching, and it was only men touching her that set off her triggers. She surprised herself by nodding and mumbling that yes, she could use a hug. She wondered to herself if she really was losing it, but she longed to be held. She wanted to forget. |
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Post by Emma Dacey on Mar 11, 2013 1:44:06 GMT -5
Emma wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders, trying to be supportive of this girl she didn't even know. She had some idea as to how terrified she was right now, and that's why Emma was here.
She was being sympathetic.
It was amazing for her to be sympathetic, she usually didn't give a flying fuck how anybody else felt about anything that she did. But today, well, today she felt like making somebody feel a little bit better. It was almost time for the orderlies to drag her away forcibly and shove her into her cell to await the morning light.
After a few moments, Emma took the girl's hand in her own, rubbing her shoulder with the hand that was still resting gently on it.
"My name is Emma," she said quietly, all the care she could muster in her voice in that moment ringing through the air. "What's got you down tonight, honey?"
She was trying, and she hoped she was succeeding. She would hate to have someone going to sleep tonight miserable when she didn't have to.
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Post by Elizabeth Tailor on Mar 11, 2013 19:21:57 GMT -5
Elizabeth let out a shaky breath as the girl held her. The strain and fear flowing through her released her slightly from it's grip. She didn't feel quite so alone right now. This blonde could have just as easily passed her by, in fact, it would have been easier.But she didn't, and that meant something.
She let herself calm down. Just a dream, just a dream, she repeated in her head. He was states away from her now, hopefully soaking in his own guilt. But probably not. The girl was now holding her hand, and rubbing her shoulder. It was strangely comforting. Sympathy is a rare thing inside these walls.
When she was asked why she was down, her immediate thought was to lie. Nothing, she was just tired. She had a stomachache. But she knew that the blonde wouldn't buy that. And she had gone out of her way to ask, so Elizabeth might as well give her an honest answer. "It's the memories..they always find their way back to haunt-" Her voice choked, cut off by an ugly half sob. It was pathetic.
She shook her head as if to refuse the emotions. She didn't want to slip under again. She gripped the girl's hand harder and tried again. "It's just flashbacks." Good. A full sentence. Elizabeth supposed she could offer her name, she owed her that. Looking up at the girl, she said softly "I'm Elizabeth."
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