Another OOM

Jan. 5th, 2006 10:52 pm
agirllost: (distance//_chokeanddie)
After talking to Nita, she's less on the edge...but that she could have mistaken...for her mom... She hadn't realized how much she missed her. It's like a pain that is there for so long, it's easy to take it for granted, hard to remember a time when she could see her more than just in her memories.

She looks in the mirror and brushes her wet hair. She's trying to put what happened in the past. But that knife...it was tempting...is tempting.

"No," she says, her voice just above a whisper. "I won't do it."

There's a knock on the door.

agirllost: (cold//mihasx)
[ooc: After this mother and daughter reunion, except not.]

Her mom fades away and then all else vanishes. She opens her eyes, finding herself laying down on the bed, the temperature back to normal and...

"Mom?" She sits up, wiping away tears, looking at the room. It's silent, no one else is there, she's alone. The picture by her bedside keeps shifting, the woman...the girl in the picture is so different from the face she's seen in the mirror for almost the last week.

She holds out her hands. 'Am I capable of violence? Would I hurt anyone I loved?'

It'd break my heart if you did.

"Please come back." She says out loud. Her heartbeat sounds magnified in her ears, her eyes hurt, and she can't stop tearing.

"I'm so tired. I just want this to end."

In her dresser is a knife. For self defense. Just in case. And what her mom said is true, if she's a danger, she should keep people from getting hurt. 'I might have hurt Angie.'

She flips through the notebook for a moment.

'I can't trust my own mind.'

Suddenly, she's calm, all doors closed and one left to open. This is better than waiting for a prophesy or for some psychopath to take revenge for things beyond her control.

She walks over to the dresser, her hand not even trembling, and opens the drawer.

agirllost: (cold//mihasx)
[ooc: Millitimed to during Q's talk with Chase]

Q: "I can't allow that." He snaps his fingers, and someone else has them now.

Kim is packing. She's not sure what she's going to do, but everything is telling her she can't stay here and now that she can't even trust Chase, she has to get away.

Her ribs protest another deep breath and the dark bands on her arms and legs are taking forever to fade. Maybe going to Chris was a mistake, but, she couldn't think of anyone else - and Chris has always been there for her. The bonds of trust formed when Chris stayed with her, making sure that she was okay, keeping harmful elements away...she relied on those, and everything came out in a rush, all about the danger, the nightmare, and...the bruises. She made Chris promise not to say a word to her dad. She knows it's not fair to Chris, but, he can't know, and if he knew...she doesn't want to think about the consequences.

She's folding a sweater when everything changes.

As she looks at the item in her hands, each thread of the material becomes visible. The thin whisps of cashmere thicken before her eyes. She can smell baby powder and roses. The sweater drops out of her hands and she takes a step back, her breathing suddenly loud. She senses something flickering at the edge of her vision and she turns but it's still there, hovering, waiting.

'What's happening to me?' Her skin's warm, she feels flushed, her breathing labored and she takes another step back. Her hands touch the wall - but she can feel each bump and the color's shifting...no, she can see the prism. She shuts her eyes tightly and shakes her head, sure that she can't be feeling this, can't be seeing these things.

It feels like there's someone else next to her, just beyond what she can feel, and she's somehow...connected.

'I must be getting sick,' she thinks, and believes that until she opens her eyes and sees a puff of smoke lazily drifting in front of her.

'This isn't happening'

Sweat drips down her face and she moans softly. "Please. Whatever you are. Please. Stop."

A burst of flame appears in front of her and she screams.

The warmth vanishes, leaving her shivering and the colors return to normal.

She slips to the ground, staring at her hands, turning them over, rubbing them together.

The presence remains, now just beyond her reach.

"What's happening to me?"

agirllost: (hurt//midge)
[ooc: After this:Ba'alzamon spreads love and peace - warnings for disturbing content and violence.]

Kim opens her eyes, half-expecting to see Nita leaning over her, lips red with blood. But she's back in the room. She can hear the shower running and the urge to scrub her skin off is very strong. Chase is singing, "Jeremiah was a Bullfrog..."

She sits up and covers her face with her hands. Nita in love with her. Nita attacking her like that...it all felt so real but she knows it was just a dream. It has to be a dream, thsoe things are...beyond the realm of possibliity. Oddly, she felt sorry, guilty, toward the end. As she lifts her head, she's aware of a burning sensation on her neck, and she touches the site, expecting to find a mosquito bite or a scratch. Her fingertips come away spotted with blood.

Her jaw trembles and she gasps in pain as she presses down on the sensitive area.

"No, this isn't possible..." she whispers.

Chase is still in the shower.

Without knocking she opens the door and wipes off the mirror, surprised and horrified to find marks on her neck.

She covers her mouth, pressing her lips together to keep from screaming out, and grabs a small towel. She walks back out to the bedroom, slightly dazed.

'How did this happen? I never left....I left the room? But it was night and it's still day and...'

Pressing the towel against the side of her neck, feeling her pulse racing under her hand, she tries to breathe in and out. Calm. Must stay calm.

This mark she has to hide. If anyone asks it's from Chase and if he asks...she puts more pressure on the bite, swallowing painfully and looking up at the ceiling.

'They're starting again. Oh, God, they're starting again.'

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