|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 9:36 pm
"You thought you were much better me." Nevada drew a thin hand through her long brown hair, rich and earthy, as it tickled the ground. She was lazing, like she always did, propped up against a turned over hospital bed, in a empty hospital room.
It was so quiet, but her voice didn't seem so loud.
"You thought you were much better then me, and you did so much for everyone." She examined her hand, holding it out. "How was your fall little sister? Did it hurt?"
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 9:45 pm
She felt feverish and shaky before the apparition. Vision? Nightmare? Punishment? Ghost?
(Reunion. Revenge.)
Unconsciously she scratched her arm and felt the dull pressure of her nails. Accumulated grime hidden from the shower came off first, dirt for the bugs to play in. Sweat. Patched, flawed skin.
She had never been able to achieve same casual grace as her sister, but it hadn't felt as acute as it did now.
"No," Stormy whimpered, unsure what she was answering. "N-No."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 9:50 pm
"No it didn't hurt?" Nevada didn't move quite yet, and as always, took her time with things. This was no different.
"Or no to this? No to me?" She chuckled lowly, "They aren't going to come out-" The more she digged, the more Nevada smiled. "They are a reminder. I wonder." She leaned back, her one eyed green gaze lifting to the ceiling where she seemed to ponder something. "How long it would've taken you to sell me out to save yourself?" She moved now, slow, almost lanquidly. One step closer to Stormy.
"But then, maybe you already did? You never really...tried to save me did you?"
One step closer to Stormy.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 10:02 pm
One step back. She wrenched her hand away and it trembled at her side.
You're not real, she almost said. This isn't real. This can't be real. But the nausea swirling in her stomach, the harsh glint of the metal in the infirmary, the acrid smell of antiseptic and blood and something worse, all of it felt entirely too real. She regarded Nevada with a pale face.
"I did, I tried, I tried I swear--"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 10:09 pm
"I don't forget you know." Nevada finally reached Stormy, her arms encircling the girl, as she rested her cheek against Stormy's. her voice a soft whisper against Stormy's skin.
"Didn't try hard enough. I wonder it felt like, when you heard I came back dead." She sighed softly, "Did you take a breath of relief? you know...." Her hands lowered from Stormy's shoulders, to her arms and to her wrist, pulling them up between them.
"The first cut doesn't hurt at all, but I think you know that. You don't want to cut straight lines here..." She let one arm go, to draw her nail across Stormy's wrist, the angry red mark rising from her skin almost immediately. "You are suppose to cut diagonal. That was my mistake. Try not to make it this time will you?"
Nevada let her arm go, "Try not to <******** it up this time Stormy. I'm lonely here, waiting for you." She wandered away again, her attention diverted this way and that way, but it would stop every few seconds to look at Stormy.
"What are you waiting for? Someone to save you? Offer you a deal?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 10:29 pm
Whatever she meant to say came out as a soft sob instead when Nevada touched her. No-one else was there, not even Thane. Everything was a room riddled with a disease of her making and a burning body that creaked and itched from abuse, where the only comfort came from the soothing embrace of the dead.
(Maybe she should--)
Her sobs continued in a steady stream as Nevada explained, as limp as a doll in her grasp because her own body was betraying her.
Try not to ******** it up. But she would. That's what she was good at apparently.
"Please," Stormy said miserably through her tears, the ghost a blurred silhouette she couldn't stop watching. "P-Please, don't--don't--I-I can't--" (Don't ask the same question she had for years before Deus, How are you still alive?)
The raised lines itched and it took an exorbitant amount of willpower not to attend them.
"If there'd been a deal t'save you, I would've taken it," she pleaded. "I would, I s-swear. You didn't deserve t'die."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 10:45 pm
Nevada paused in wandering, bending down and picking up something, it shone..just a little if the light hit it. then she pocketed it and kept moving around.
"That's very nice sentiment, and I am sure that is what you told yourself every night when you fell asleep next to your boyfriend." Nevada's voice snapped, "It must be nice, to constantly pretend that you were right in everything did."
The words became just a little more harsher, her tone just a bit more assertive, "It must be nice, to live in a delusion. Did you forget?" She came back, she always came back. She never left. She never left you Stormy.
Her hands came around the girl's throat. "You're poison." She squeezed lightly, the green eye boring into Stormy's, "Poison. Don't forget it. EVERYONE you touch is infected." She chuckled, her grip loosening. "Like Evan, Like Tuck. Like Gale. Poison, and you are slowly breaking them down. Well..." She smiled, "Not so slowly. little sister always had a way of collecting people to protect her, one falls off, you find another to replace them."
She was back and forth, from wandering, to touching Stormy in intimate painful ways. All reminders, all memories of their talks and their words and their feelings. This was how Stormy saw Nevada, this was Stormy's Nevada.
"Oh please." Nevada snorted, "You threw Jack at them the minute you could. Your first love, thrown to the hungry pack for your own selfish hide. I doubt your big sister would last so long against that self preservation you got." She waited, "Oh but...Stormy don't you just want it to end? Don't you want to make it up to me?" The shiny silver object returned from her pocket and she held it out to the girl, "Just a slice here and there, I can even help you. You want to join me don't you? Won't you die...for me?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 11:30 pm
The lights flickered and she saw spots briefly crop up in her vision.
Did you forget?
("You've forgotten though, haven't you?" a disappointed Gale whispered from behind her locked door. She turned her head around too fast and suffered another wave of nausea and lightheadedness, but there was no door there. Nothing. No-one. They'd left her there to die.)
I didn't forget, she thought as her windpipe was clenched, even the light pressure enough to silence her. She felt the extremely uncomfortable combo of needing to puke and being incapable of breathing. I couldn't forget if I wanted to. You're still here, you always have been.
(Preserve the memories and the dead never really died.)
But what truly choked her were the names.
She remembered Tuck's furious face and how he radiated an aura of hostility so great she was rendered speechless and dumb, and she swore that was what made her sweat so much now. He was somewhere there just beyond the room, watching, enjoying her squirm, turning to the other two. ("Poison, that's what that ********' girl is.") She remembered Evan's horrified look and felt the jolt of fear hit her again, because if she hadn't pulled him away, he would have been there for Tuck, nothing would have happened and he wouldn't have been part of Tuck's anger, he wouldn't have had to witness his best friend and brother turn and feel her failure like it was his. She remembered the defeated, forlorn way Gale regarded her when she shut down in the abandoned classroom, when she had stayed out of his reach for just too long in hopes he would keep reaching and dragging her out of her self-made pit, when he had finally found his limit and almost left her there. ("You really just don't give a bloody hell about anything anymore, do you? Not yourself, not me, not anything.")
(But that wasn't it at all, it was quite the opposite: she cared, God but she cared too much.)
And what about Noemi and Abbi? Nasty thoughts about how she had ignored the former for a good few months bubbled up and added itself to the pile of sins: of how Stormy had cursed her for daring to show up, for feeling resentful of losing a sister and gaining a cousin like it was an even trade--about the girl she and Nevada had woken up together and embraced as their little sister, whom she confided with to get this or that off her chest, who had gifted her wigs out of kindness and come to somewhat dull the edge that was the hole of sisterhood Stormy had been desperately needing.
One falls off, you find another to replace them.
It was Jack's name that finally made her crumple to the ground. He wasn't a love at all, she wanted to protest, but--love? cared for? Was there a difference? There had been history, there had been concern for his wellbeing, yet none of it had mattered when it came down to her and others' lives. She killed him to save strangers. Who was to say she wouldn't have done similar to her family?
No...No No No No nO NO no NO NO NEVER--
Her body heaved with one gag, two gags, three, four, but nothing came out. Her skin was coated with cold sweat, and her mouth was as parched as the desert she'd left her dignity in.
The poison wouldn't leave no matter what she did. She started to wish Nevada would just cut her open and put an end to her misery.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 11:52 pm
Nevada dropped the silver scalpel in front of Stormy, moved and took her seat, where she had originally been sitting and laid her legs out, pulled the white dress up to her thighs. She rested her hands on the ground as she watched Stormy crumble, and what did it take? Only a couple of pushes.
Only a couple of reminders.
Stormy was not perfect. She was no better then Nevada, though she pretended to be. She was one more monster on a Island full of monsters.
"Are you thinking of them? Of yoru precious family? Thinking of how easy it would be to offer them up? What about Abbi hmm? The littlest sister would surely fill the quota. Or maybe Evan? Big brother is worth two don't you think? He'd be worth a couple of lives. How about the quiet little cousin of yours? She's so weak, probably not worth one. Are you weighing their life for your own? You could sacrifice them all and still it wouldn't be enough. Three more. Three more Stormy or-"
She laughed, it started low and quiet, then rose and rose.
"See. Damn this is too easy, it's just too easy." She waited and then, "How do you even live with all of that weight there? How do you even live with all that guilt you carry, all those regrets." Her laugh ended and her head fell back on the hospital bed.
"Don't think me a fool. I'm not going to help you." She raised an eyebrow, pushing herself, crawling her way to stormy. Pieces of her fell off, skin, flesh, hair. Slowly ever so slowly, Nevada withered in front of her. "Do it then, do it." She reached out with a rotting hand, the white of her bone a stark contrast to just how dark the room seemed to get. "Why don't you die already?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 9:23 am
The walls began to reverberate with sound. They were padded, she suddenly noticed, or once padded as now there were open wounds stuffing fell out of—no, not stuffing. Cocoons. Pus began to burst out as the walls groaned.l, leaving larva and worms to squirm in the stew. The angry lines on her arms began to wriggle and inch like worms under her skin.
(She didn't live with it, she just ran from it.)
She clutched her head and howled and cried until she was hoarse against the dirty floor, but neither the noise nor Nevada's voice could be drowned out. It just wants three human women, a small voice reminded her, and she dug her nails deeper.
Her scalp began to come apart, her peach fuzz of hair peeling off like a bandaid. It wasn't even that painful, she realized. Like shedding sunburns. Stormy picked up the scalpel before her and began to slice herself open, blood and bugs and sickness oozing out, each new gouge that much more relief from the pressure.
Maybe three lives weren't necessary. Maybe it was just the one.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 9:37 am
Out of the mess, the bugs and the poison and the shedding of skin and the blood, Nevada's bony hand would continue to reach for Stormy, cracking, twisting, her face melting away in the mess, and the words were always the same. Over and over and over again. It would never fade.
"Poison, join me, die, you deserve to die. Everything you touch is infected. They'll die too. One life for three, that's right, bleed it out Stormy."
(A feather light touch, one brief moment of warm relief, Time to wake up Stormy, It's just a dream. Like sleeping beauty, come on now wake up. It's just a dream Stormy. Just a dream.)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
