RotheAllure
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Cold. Why was it always so cold. Shivering, she struggles to pull a blanket over her barely covered body. But wait, her arms are restrained. Eyes widening, panic taking over, shaking, shuddering thru her body. Why were her arms restrained??
She pulls, twists, arching her back, but her wrists, and ankles, her ankles too?? Remain tightly bound. She was trapped, trapped on this bed, where? Where was she??
Blinking, she focuses on looking around. The room is bare, an eggshell color. God she hated white rooms. No window, a paritally open door reveals a bathroom, or was it a closet? It was dark in there, she couldn't tell.
"Let me GO!!!!!"
Her voice yells, bouncing off the stark walls. It sounded almost, foreign to her, hoarse, weak. From... from screaming. Yes, from screaming.
The memory came crashing back into her mind. She had tried to forget, tried to block it out. What had she been doing? Praying? Yes praying. For help. For something. She couldn't remember what, but that didn't matter anymore. She had been praying, of that much she was sure.
And He came.
He was every horror movie depiction of a Demon come to life, with leathery wings and blood dripping fangs, razored talons and eyes as red as the depths of hell itself. It was those eyes she remembered, vividly. She could not stop screaming, for help, for mercy, for salvation.
She had been seeing Him in her dreams, her nightmares, for years. No one would believe her. Not her Aunt and Uncle with whom she lived with. Her parents were long since dead, it had been called a murder/suicide. She knew better. He had killed them. But no one would believe the traumatized child. Not the Doctor she spoke to several times a week. No one would believe her.
"She's getting worse" were the whispered comments of her Aunt.
"You may want to think about hospitilization" came the answer from the Doctor.
They would not believe that He had returned.
To kill her.
In her terror to save herself, and her soul, she had tried to rip open her own wrists.
As the memory hit her, she stared at those bound wrists. Indeed both were bandaged. She had failed.
"no... NOOOOOOO"
Her scream echoed into the deserted, dark, hallway.
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Lure
19 years old
Orphaned when she was 10, living the last 9 years with her Aunt and Uncle. Has tried to commit suicide on several occassions, this last one being the worse. She almosts succeeded, if it were not for her younger cousin finding her and calling for help.
She is haunted by images of a Demon, who killed her parents and seeks to possess her.
Long deep red hair and dark eyes.
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CLOSED for AGothicLust and Myself
She pulls, twists, arching her back, but her wrists, and ankles, her ankles too?? Remain tightly bound. She was trapped, trapped on this bed, where? Where was she??
Blinking, she focuses on looking around. The room is bare, an eggshell color. God she hated white rooms. No window, a paritally open door reveals a bathroom, or was it a closet? It was dark in there, she couldn't tell.
"Let me GO!!!!!"
Her voice yells, bouncing off the stark walls. It sounded almost, foreign to her, hoarse, weak. From... from screaming. Yes, from screaming.
The memory came crashing back into her mind. She had tried to forget, tried to block it out. What had she been doing? Praying? Yes praying. For help. For something. She couldn't remember what, but that didn't matter anymore. She had been praying, of that much she was sure.
And He came.
He was every horror movie depiction of a Demon come to life, with leathery wings and blood dripping fangs, razored talons and eyes as red as the depths of hell itself. It was those eyes she remembered, vividly. She could not stop screaming, for help, for mercy, for salvation.
She had been seeing Him in her dreams, her nightmares, for years. No one would believe her. Not her Aunt and Uncle with whom she lived with. Her parents were long since dead, it had been called a murder/suicide. She knew better. He had killed them. But no one would believe the traumatized child. Not the Doctor she spoke to several times a week. No one would believe her.
"She's getting worse" were the whispered comments of her Aunt.
"You may want to think about hospitilization" came the answer from the Doctor.
They would not believe that He had returned.
To kill her.
In her terror to save herself, and her soul, she had tried to rip open her own wrists.
As the memory hit her, she stared at those bound wrists. Indeed both were bandaged. She had failed.
"no... NOOOOOOO"
Her scream echoed into the deserted, dark, hallway.
________________________________________________________________________
Lure
19 years old
Orphaned when she was 10, living the last 9 years with her Aunt and Uncle. Has tried to commit suicide on several occassions, this last one being the worse. She almosts succeeded, if it were not for her younger cousin finding her and calling for help.
She is haunted by images of a Demon, who killed her parents and seeks to possess her.
Long deep red hair and dark eyes.
____________________________________
CLOSED for AGothicLust and Myself
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