Post by ParamountKeymaster on Feb 22, 2020 22:03:06 GMT -5
Plans were falling into place. Friends were being reunited. Hope was being restored.
And yet... the one with the strongest ties to that frivolous little word was the one who felt it the least.
Alone in her room, sealed away from the rest of the world by a bubble of void and a plethora of hospital security, Evelyn curled up in her bed with her face in her hands and a ceaseless pain in the pit of her stomach. Ever since her arrival to this island, she wanted to believe that she had found a safe haven. That she was protected among her friends. That she had escaped the tragedy that claimed her home, her salvation, and nearly her with it.
She knew better now.
She wasn't safe. She would never be safe. The demon had followed her to the island, and as long as Evelyn was there, drawing him in with her aura of hope, the danger would never go away. No one was safe, and it was all her fault.
She had wanted to believe that she was where she was supposed to be. It was clear now that she was right, but for the wrong reason. This wasn't a safe haven. She wasn't there to help and protect her friends. She wasn't there to hide from her demons. She brought them with her.
Everyone was going to die because of her.
Everything had fallen into place. Just like clockwork.
Wracked with sobs, choked up with guilt, Evelyn succumbed to the pain that had been slowly consuming her from the inside out. The haunting image of those pitch-black goggles, sickly mouth and god tier scarf stared back at her behind her closed eyelids. Everything hurt... her heart... her head... the memories of all that she had lost... the thought of everything she was going to lose... the bruises on her ribs... the stitches in her abdomen... the IV and her hospital bed...
This was no accident...
This was a therapeutic chain of events.
And yet... the one with the strongest ties to that frivolous little word was the one who felt it the least.
Alone in her room, sealed away from the rest of the world by a bubble of void and a plethora of hospital security, Evelyn curled up in her bed with her face in her hands and a ceaseless pain in the pit of her stomach. Ever since her arrival to this island, she wanted to believe that she had found a safe haven. That she was protected among her friends. That she had escaped the tragedy that claimed her home, her salvation, and nearly her with it.
She knew better now.
She wasn't safe. She would never be safe. The demon had followed her to the island, and as long as Evelyn was there, drawing him in with her aura of hope, the danger would never go away. No one was safe, and it was all her fault.
She had wanted to believe that she was where she was supposed to be. It was clear now that she was right, but for the wrong reason. This wasn't a safe haven. She wasn't there to help and protect her friends. She wasn't there to hide from her demons. She brought them with her.
Everyone was going to die because of her.
Everything had fallen into place. Just like clockwork.
Wracked with sobs, choked up with guilt, Evelyn succumbed to the pain that had been slowly consuming her from the inside out. The haunting image of those pitch-black goggles, sickly mouth and god tier scarf stared back at her behind her closed eyelids. Everything hurt... her heart... her head... the memories of all that she had lost... the thought of everything she was going to lose... the bruises on her ribs... the stitches in her abdomen... the IV and her hospital bed...
This was no accident...
This was a therapeutic chain of events.
