second dream.
Warnings: abuse
Effects: fear
"Good night, Maia. Take better care not to be so clumsy from now on-- we told you you'd get hurt attempting stunts like that. Now get some sleep, I'll see you in the morning."
She scowls at her bedroom door as it closes behind her father. But I wasn't attempting stupid tricks, she wants to yell. I swear I wasn't, I'm always careful. It was him again, you're just too blind to see it--
Her arm throbs, and she winces, placing her right hand on the cast that encases her left arm. Broken, just like everything else was slowly becoming. She grits her teeth, turns off the lamp by her bed, lies down and rolls onto her side. Her parents are too blind to see it. No one can see it. Only she knows her brother for what he really is, but who would believe her if she told them? He'd just smile that angelic smile, like always, and no one would ever suspect.
"And even if they did believe you," someone whispers, making her sit up and gasp, "you know what I'd do to you."
There's a sharp pain in the sides of her scalp as someone grabs her hair. A light flicks on: it's him, of course it's him, smiling that sweet smile at her. "Hello, Maia," her brother says, his voice just as perfectly honeyed as the colour of his skin. "I just wanted to check on how your arm is doing."
"It's-- fine--" she gasps, eyes wide. Just make him go away. As long as he goes away, it will be fine.
"Good," Daniel says, and his smile grows. He gives a sharp tug on her braids; Maia begins to let out a whimper, and he slaps her before shoving one hand over her mouth and the other on her neck.
"Not-- a-- sound," he hisses, but he continues to smile. "You're wondering why I'm doing this. It's simple, Maia. Nothing personal, really. There isn't much of a reason, but if I had to say one, it's because I can get away with it. After all--" And his face had never looked so angelic. "--no one would ever even guess I'd be capable. There's something to that that you'd never understand."
He laughs, a sweet, soft laugh, and his hand tightens around her throat.
[Maia sits straight up, clutching at her throat and pushing forcefully at something in front of her, though with nothing there she merely rolls off her bed and lands with a thud. Gasping, she takes a minute to realise she was dreaming before leaning her head back against her mattress and closing her eyes.]
Dammit... not again....
[she hasn't been sleeping well since Noctaere.]
Effects: fear
"Good night, Maia. Take better care not to be so clumsy from now on-- we told you you'd get hurt attempting stunts like that. Now get some sleep, I'll see you in the morning."
She scowls at her bedroom door as it closes behind her father. But I wasn't attempting stupid tricks, she wants to yell. I swear I wasn't, I'm always careful. It was him again, you're just too blind to see it--
Her arm throbs, and she winces, placing her right hand on the cast that encases her left arm. Broken, just like everything else was slowly becoming. She grits her teeth, turns off the lamp by her bed, lies down and rolls onto her side. Her parents are too blind to see it. No one can see it. Only she knows her brother for what he really is, but who would believe her if she told them? He'd just smile that angelic smile, like always, and no one would ever suspect.
"And even if they did believe you," someone whispers, making her sit up and gasp, "you know what I'd do to you."
There's a sharp pain in the sides of her scalp as someone grabs her hair. A light flicks on: it's him, of course it's him, smiling that sweet smile at her. "Hello, Maia," her brother says, his voice just as perfectly honeyed as the colour of his skin. "I just wanted to check on how your arm is doing."
"It's-- fine--" she gasps, eyes wide. Just make him go away. As long as he goes away, it will be fine.
"Good," Daniel says, and his smile grows. He gives a sharp tug on her braids; Maia begins to let out a whimper, and he slaps her before shoving one hand over her mouth and the other on her neck.
"Not-- a-- sound," he hisses, but he continues to smile. "You're wondering why I'm doing this. It's simple, Maia. Nothing personal, really. There isn't much of a reason, but if I had to say one, it's because I can get away with it. After all--" And his face had never looked so angelic. "--no one would ever even guess I'd be capable. There's something to that that you'd never understand."
He laughs, a sweet, soft laugh, and his hand tightens around her throat.
[Maia sits straight up, clutching at her throat and pushing forcefully at something in front of her, though with nothing there she merely rolls off her bed and lands with a thud. Gasping, she takes a minute to realise she was dreaming before leaning her head back against her mattress and closing her eyes.]
Dammit... not again....
[she hasn't been sleeping well since Noctaere.]