Into our nightminds - daylightfadings
Amy felt a bit strange in the room she'd been assigned. It was sparse, but not as sparse as the half-way house. The thing that was most unusual that it was a single room, not a ward, or shared like in the hostels she had been staying in for the last three or four months.
She picked up the suitcase from where Xander had stood it by the door. Amy laid it on the bed, the case giving a soft click as she opened it and looked at the things that had become her life. It was obvious how hurriedly and angrily the case had been packed. It had been a defeated, pathetic anger of one who was backed against the wall with nowhere to go.
The clean clothes, she folded. The dirty ones went into a pile in the corner. With a little gasp, she came across a pair of faded grey sweatpants, stained with blood. Biting back tears, Amy tossed them across the room into the pile of dirty clothes and slammed the case shut. She sat down beside it, holding her head in her hands and rocking as she tried to block out the voices and accusations of the nuns.
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Amy had managed to get out of her clothes before the house had quietened down completely - it was always worse in the silence. Perhaps that was why she would listen to the language tapes into the night - they were another human voice, a comfort.
Amy had pulled on simple the cotton shift she'd worn along with the other girls at the halfway house. It wasn't something she would have ever chosen for herself, but after sleeping in it, or something similar, for the last month, it was comforting. The witch pulled back the covers, which seemed almost luxurious to her now. Sleep came easily enough, thanks to the intensely emotional day Amy had had, but unfortuneately, so did the dreams.
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Amy was back in the hospital.
Nurse Foster, identified by her name badge, stood by her bed, holding her hand as soft suction sounds filled the room. Despite the anasthetic she had been given, her stomach was cramping, and it was getting worse, unbearably painful. Amy looked up at the nurse, trying to focus on her to block out the pain. Somehow, Amy couldn't see her face, it was blurred. All she could see was the cross hanging on the wall over Nurse Foster's shoulder. Suddenly, the suction machine was gone, and a baby's cries filled the room. Amy looked down at the sheets, finding the severely premature child.
"No, it's too early, it can't live, I don't want it!" She wailed, evading the Nurse Foster and roughly picking up the slippery body and holding it face down on the pillow until it's cries ceased. Amy began to panic as a bloodstain spread across the crisp white sheets. "Do something! I'm going to fucking bleed to death.
As Amy looked up, Nurse Foster give a yell of rage. Her features were now clearly visible as those of Kennedy.
"You bitch, you killed her!" Kennedy roared, the little white cap slightly askew on her head. Amy looked back down. Her hands were still grasping a head, or rather a handful of hair, and as she looked down, Amy realised the blood on the sheets wasn't coming from her, but the bloody severed head of Willow.
"No, no, it wasn't me" Amy pleaded as Kennedy ripped the cross off the wall.
"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Kennedy shreiked, holding the cross aloft as she straddled the screaming Amy and tried to hold her down, aiming it directly over the witch's heart.
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Amy woke up screaming and completely disoriented. "Help, she's going to kill me" She sobbed, "Somebody help me!"
It took her half a minute or so to realise she was alone, and safe, in her own room. She could hear someone up already though, so she sobbed into her hands and waited for the inevitable questions.
((Open to everyone))
She picked up the suitcase from where Xander had stood it by the door. Amy laid it on the bed, the case giving a soft click as she opened it and looked at the things that had become her life. It was obvious how hurriedly and angrily the case had been packed. It had been a defeated, pathetic anger of one who was backed against the wall with nowhere to go.
The clean clothes, she folded. The dirty ones went into a pile in the corner. With a little gasp, she came across a pair of faded grey sweatpants, stained with blood. Biting back tears, Amy tossed them across the room into the pile of dirty clothes and slammed the case shut. She sat down beside it, holding her head in her hands and rocking as she tried to block out the voices and accusations of the nuns.
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Amy had managed to get out of her clothes before the house had quietened down completely - it was always worse in the silence. Perhaps that was why she would listen to the language tapes into the night - they were another human voice, a comfort.
Amy had pulled on simple the cotton shift she'd worn along with the other girls at the halfway house. It wasn't something she would have ever chosen for herself, but after sleeping in it, or something similar, for the last month, it was comforting. The witch pulled back the covers, which seemed almost luxurious to her now. Sleep came easily enough, thanks to the intensely emotional day Amy had had, but unfortuneately, so did the dreams.
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Amy was back in the hospital.
Nurse Foster, identified by her name badge, stood by her bed, holding her hand as soft suction sounds filled the room. Despite the anasthetic she had been given, her stomach was cramping, and it was getting worse, unbearably painful. Amy looked up at the nurse, trying to focus on her to block out the pain. Somehow, Amy couldn't see her face, it was blurred. All she could see was the cross hanging on the wall over Nurse Foster's shoulder. Suddenly, the suction machine was gone, and a baby's cries filled the room. Amy looked down at the sheets, finding the severely premature child.
"No, it's too early, it can't live, I don't want it!" She wailed, evading the Nurse Foster and roughly picking up the slippery body and holding it face down on the pillow until it's cries ceased. Amy began to panic as a bloodstain spread across the crisp white sheets. "Do something! I'm going to fucking bleed to death.
As Amy looked up, Nurse Foster give a yell of rage. Her features were now clearly visible as those of Kennedy.
"You bitch, you killed her!" Kennedy roared, the little white cap slightly askew on her head. Amy looked back down. Her hands were still grasping a head, or rather a handful of hair, and as she looked down, Amy realised the blood on the sheets wasn't coming from her, but the bloody severed head of Willow.
"No, no, it wasn't me" Amy pleaded as Kennedy ripped the cross off the wall.
"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Kennedy shreiked, holding the cross aloft as she straddled the screaming Amy and tried to hold her down, aiming it directly over the witch's heart.
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Amy woke up screaming and completely disoriented. "Help, she's going to kill me" She sobbed, "Somebody help me!"
It took her half a minute or so to realise she was alone, and safe, in her own room. She could hear someone up already though, so she sobbed into her hands and waited for the inevitable questions.
((Open to everyone))