cheerleader: (chrissy54)
chrissy cunningham ([personal profile] cheerleader) wrote 2022-08-24 03:13 am (UTC)

I don't know.

[Her voice is so small, cracking as she feels completely week and useless. But his hand is in hers, and she clings hold of it tighter, before she leans in to rest her forehead up against him.]

It's really hard to fight an enemy you can't see. But he's there, and he's coming back for me. And I can't tell anyone but you about it because...

[She hesitates, not wanting to admit this next part out loud.]

Well, if I tell them what happened, they'll think I'm crazy! And they'll lock me away somewhere and never let me out.

[She remembers something her mother told her about the police coming to get a statement from her once she's awake. They could be popping in at any minute, she realizes. The reality of that makes her hold onto his hand even tighter.]

You know, they think you did it. [She pauses, lifting her head to look up at him.] Eddie, we have to get out of here. It's not safe to stay here.

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