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Didge drabbleThings weren't normal at the mansion. People were going more than they were coming and strangers were hanging around the outskirts like vultures. It unnerved Didge far more than the others. She wasn't used to this, wasn't used to the paranoia that had come with the school invasion. This place was supposed to be safe, somewhere where she didn't have to be afraid anymore.
"Why can't this place just be home?" she whispered shaking her head as she logged off for the night. She needed to sleep, she didn't want to sleep though, but she needed to.
The nightmares haunted her. His laugh crept into her dreams permeating them with it's awful tone. The more she tried to run from it the louder it got. Closer and closer she came to discharging, hurting her friends....
"NO!" she cried. A few sparks, a shorted inducer, small prices to pay really. "Vanessa? Are you up?"
There was no reply. Just silence. Total, utter, silence.
"S-sorry. Sweet dreams."
Didge slunk out of her bed and over to
Super-humanExpectations thrown on us
We're supposed to have the answer, after all aren't we teaching it?
But we're not super-human
We grow, we learn, same as everyone else
Trying to scrounge together the broken bits and pieces of your souls
So that you can avoid becoming their drones
We try to feed your mind but you resist
I was there too.
But it is our job to teach you,
The system won't let us but we'll sure as hell try
People slip through the cracks of the proverbial pavement
Out of our reach
We toss out a life line to try and save them but they resist
"You don't understand!"
Yes we do.
We've been you.
We've been up at all hours of the night fighting against the urge to draw razors against our skin
Resisting the call of those pretty pills
We are survivors too.
We care about you
That is why we teach.
It's not for the money, it's not for any fame, it's so that we can look on the next generation and proudly say
Memories Chapter 9 previewEnigma
Floating... such an odd sensation. Something was wrong. Tubes retracting, Air depleting. Was she free? Had they found her? DAMN IT! Catheter's out. Feeding tube next, now breathing tube. Throat hurts, everything hurts. Especially the gash, shoulder to inner thigh. Floating? Still? Fluid should be gone like the tubes and wires. Tape.....
"TAKE OFF THE TAPE!" her mind screams.
So she obeys. Eyes open. The stasis fluid burns them but not before she can see Nyx leave. She catches a glimpse of the control panel: "Life support: offline, Feeding apparatus: Offline, Vitals: N/A, Stasis: ready".
It slowly dawns on her that the fluid isn't going to drain unless she broke the tube itself. She wasn't ready to die. She looks for an internal fail safe. Something, anything, she could press to cause emergency drainage. Nothing. She could feel her lungs start to burn from lack
Birth name: Emiko Harris
Code name: Labrynth (prefers this)
Hair color: Originally a deep raven but it's now faded to a dull dark brown.
Eye color and shape: Almond shaped heterochromatic, left eye is a natural violet and the other is pale blue.
Height: 5' 6"
Build: willowy but average
Facial shape: something like this
Personality: She's easily frightened by the littlest noise and avoids contact with other humans at all cost. She prefers being locked in her room by herself where she can do the least amount of harm to herself or others. She's also very twitchy like a caged rabbit.
Powers: Like her name would suggest Labrynth has the ability to create both physical and mental labyrinths to trap people meaning her harm. At the centre of both types is a "Minotaur" in order to escape the person must face the Minotaur and defeat both it and the
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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