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Early April
Apr. 11th, 2018 09:47 pmShe's locked somewhere inside her own head. She remembers the pain, the screaming, Elias rushing her to the hospital. She remembers that they hadn't been able to find any physical signs of what was wrong with her. She remembers feeling like she was going to snap, like she would do anything to make it all just stop, and then it had. Raven had given in, the pain had gone away, and for one blessed second everything had been okay.
And then she'd ended up swallowed up somewhere inside her own head.
She knows ALIE is in control now, but it doesn't matter how much she fights back, she can't take back control of her own body. It's like being tied up somewhere in the back of her own mind. When she speaks the words aren't hers, and she hates it. To the outward eye she looks perfectly fine, so the hospital had let her go with nothing but a few bewildered looks. Now, it's been over a week and Raven is exhausted and desperate in equal measures. She's been fighting and screaming inside her own head without any visible signs on the outside and everything has been for naught. She can't make anyone see that it's not her, can't take back control of her own body.
With harsh words and a sharp tongue, ALIE has been busily pushing away everyone Raven cares about, but Raven needs them to know. She needs someone to figure it out, someone to help her, but every time she's in front of them she can't make herself heard.
But ALIE wants doubles, wants more of her infecting the minds of others, and so she keeps putting Raven in front of them, like she thinks she can make them crack, too. It's late afternoon and there's a little handful of newly made chips that Raven's hands had unwillingly helped her make in her pocket when she calls Elias and Lincoln over, and all Raven can do is pray they don't come.
And then she'd ended up swallowed up somewhere inside her own head.
She knows ALIE is in control now, but it doesn't matter how much she fights back, she can't take back control of her own body. It's like being tied up somewhere in the back of her own mind. When she speaks the words aren't hers, and she hates it. To the outward eye she looks perfectly fine, so the hospital had let her go with nothing but a few bewildered looks. Now, it's been over a week and Raven is exhausted and desperate in equal measures. She's been fighting and screaming inside her own head without any visible signs on the outside and everything has been for naught. She can't make anyone see that it's not her, can't take back control of her own body.
With harsh words and a sharp tongue, ALIE has been busily pushing away everyone Raven cares about, but Raven needs them to know. She needs someone to figure it out, someone to help her, but every time she's in front of them she can't make herself heard.
But ALIE wants doubles, wants more of her infecting the minds of others, and so she keeps putting Raven in front of them, like she thinks she can make them crack, too. It's late afternoon and there's a little handful of newly made chips that Raven's hands had unwillingly helped her make in her pocket when she calls Elias and Lincoln over, and all Raven can do is pray they don't come.
