banshe: (𝟼𝟺)
β€” πΏπš’πšπš’πšŠ π‘€πšŠπš›πšπš’πš—. ([personal profile] banshe) wrote in [community profile] pineslog 2017-03-12 04:38 am (UTC)

[ Good. The others were okay. She knows she must have done something that risked that. She knows she was screaming somehow, feeling it in her head, in her throat, the slight hint of a scratchiness still lingering there.

Her cold fingers tighten on her knees with Allison's question. Because she wishes she knew. She can recall the hospital but what else was there. How had she gotten there at all? Wishing she had the answer for both herself and the girl sitting next to her, she shakes her head, fighting back another panic. ]


I was losing control. All the voices in my head, I couldn't keep them away and β€” [ And what else? What else was there beyond that?

Her teeth chew on her lip, eyes on the dashboard. There's only one memory that comes, even though she isn't sure it's even connected at all. ]
You were dead. [ I thought, she almost says. Except she's so sure that she was. But then why would Allison be here at all? This had to be inside her head. But she'd confirmed she wasn't dreaming. So what was it? ]

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