[ she doesn't see him when he enters, doesn't even know he's made it inside. her trance has her completely, a kind of distant echo of sirens and the cold feeling of rain, of the fall snap, of a dark road. she sees out of the corner of her eyes a kind of rotation of colored lights, the police radio, and smell of gasoline and burnt rubber and newspaper headlines, stories, about how she's killed her brother. how she killed her parents, too. her entire family's downfall came at the hands of one drug-addled girl and how she's always hated them, she's always been hated by them, now's not really a good time, Karen-
the water picks up speed, and maybe even rises, and karen's body begins to sway a bit with it. there's a threat she could easily get swept away by the current, but she holds to the spot, her fingers tight as they grip the damening notepad, lines and lines of you don't belong, you've never belonged, they wouldn't care if you left and never came back written over and over and over in her own handwriting, and she doesn't know how.
she didn't notice that someone else joined her in this room, doesn't even recognize he's there even as he gets closer. hey, hey, can you hear me? she does, kind of, like someone speaking through a thick glass or water. her eyes are still a little glazed as the water seems to get faster, again.
he might need to some shake her out of whatever this is- before the water takes her with it. ]
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the water picks up speed, and maybe even rises, and karen's body begins to sway a bit with it. there's a threat she could easily get swept away by the current, but she holds to the spot, her fingers tight as they grip the damening notepad, lines and lines of you don't belong, you've never belonged, they wouldn't care if you left and never came back written over and over and over in her own handwriting, and she doesn't know how.
she didn't notice that someone else joined her in this room, doesn't even recognize he's there even as he gets closer. hey, hey, can you hear me? she does, kind of, like someone speaking through a thick glass or water. her eyes are still a little glazed as the water seems to get faster, again.
he might need to some shake her out of whatever this is- before the water takes her with it. ]