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Characters: Eve and open to anyone at or visiting the clinic
Content: A visitor for a worried little girl
Location: Clinic, 70 Irving place
Time of day: Morning ish
Warnings: Angst-ish
‘Aya is that a star?’
The room itself was large and empty, well it felt empty, especially to Eve. In the corner closest to the door there was some strange equipment atop large metal box, partially obscured by a makeshift table that bore a plastic cup with water and a small tray with the remnants of a half eaten sandwich. She hadn’t felt much like eating anyway, not in the mood.
Then there was the desk she had plonked herself next to, and the floor space infront of her littered with various drawings, of clouds, stars and a variation of the two, rendered in crayon.
It had been a whole different feeling, waking up knowing that even the grown-ups were worrying about Aya, about her mom, and whether she was safe or not. That was the scariest thing, but unfortunately, that wasn't the worst thing that made her hide away in her own miserable bubble.
Between what had happened and the awfully painful reality of not knowing anything, Eve had a knot the size of a gigantic watermelon in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t allowed to find Aya; too dangerous. She wasn’t even supposed to talk to strangers despite how helpful they seemed to be because that in it self would get her into trouble. She couldn’t do anything - and even the two bears standing sentry for her woes, it wouldn’t quell all that had plagued her confused mind. It was… frustrating.
Thus far she'd found a way to block it from her thoughts for most of the morning, keeping busy at ‘her’ desk so she didn't actually have time to stop and think about it, but now it was quiet…
Could Mommy be...
The thought entered her head almost as unexpectedly as it was horrible. Staring at the wall in front of her, like an invisible foreign object had just materialized, she shook her head.
No, Eve couldn’t even say the word, even if it was just thinking thoughts. She knew that it wasn’t true, didn’t she? She'd eventually come to terms wit the thought and actually be able to vocalize it, but somewhere in her mind she was hoping that if she didn’t think it, it would make it not so.
And so she continued her drawing, cross legged on the cold unfamiliar floor, filling the other any gaps with pictures of stars. Lots and lots of stars. Every picture began the same as Eve took several seconds to draw ‘star’ shapes with her bright yellow crayon. All were irregular with each point jutting out at an awkward angle but she didn’t mind. Then with her ‘sky blue’ crayola the young blonde took her time in painstakingly filling the rest of the page, very careful to never transgress any illuminescent yellow borders as she went. Despite the odd repetitive nature, there was a method to her madness
Whatever happiness and love still bubbling through the surface of the perpetual felling-sorry-for-yourself blanket could be found in the pictures and drawings scattered all over the floor. It was what she had identifying with it, what gave her hope. It was in this half clear state of mind when she heard the door opening.
Cloud? Billy? Tifa? Claire? Mom?!
Content: A visitor for a worried little girl
Location: Clinic, 70 Irving place
Time of day: Morning ish
Warnings: Angst-ish
‘Aya is that a star?’
The room itself was large and empty, well it felt empty, especially to Eve. In the corner closest to the door there was some strange equipment atop large metal box, partially obscured by a makeshift table that bore a plastic cup with water and a small tray with the remnants of a half eaten sandwich. She hadn’t felt much like eating anyway, not in the mood.
Then there was the desk she had plonked herself next to, and the floor space infront of her littered with various drawings, of clouds, stars and a variation of the two, rendered in crayon.
It had been a whole different feeling, waking up knowing that even the grown-ups were worrying about Aya, about her mom, and whether she was safe or not. That was the scariest thing, but unfortunately, that wasn't the worst thing that made her hide away in her own miserable bubble.
Between what had happened and the awfully painful reality of not knowing anything, Eve had a knot the size of a gigantic watermelon in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t allowed to find Aya; too dangerous. She wasn’t even supposed to talk to strangers despite how helpful they seemed to be because that in it self would get her into trouble. She couldn’t do anything - and even the two bears standing sentry for her woes, it wouldn’t quell all that had plagued her confused mind. It was… frustrating.
Thus far she'd found a way to block it from her thoughts for most of the morning, keeping busy at ‘her’ desk so she didn't actually have time to stop and think about it, but now it was quiet…
Could Mommy be...
The thought entered her head almost as unexpectedly as it was horrible. Staring at the wall in front of her, like an invisible foreign object had just materialized, she shook her head.
No, Eve couldn’t even say the word, even if it was just thinking thoughts. She knew that it wasn’t true, didn’t she? She'd eventually come to terms wit the thought and actually be able to vocalize it, but somewhere in her mind she was hoping that if she didn’t think it, it would make it not so.
And so she continued her drawing, cross legged on the cold unfamiliar floor, filling the other any gaps with pictures of stars. Lots and lots of stars. Every picture began the same as Eve took several seconds to draw ‘star’ shapes with her bright yellow crayon. All were irregular with each point jutting out at an awkward angle but she didn’t mind. Then with her ‘sky blue’ crayola the young blonde took her time in painstakingly filling the rest of the page, very careful to never transgress any illuminescent yellow borders as she went. Despite the odd repetitive nature, there was a method to her madness
Whatever happiness and love still bubbling through the surface of the perpetual felling-sorry-for-yourself blanket could be found in the pictures and drawings scattered all over the floor. It was what she had identifying with it, what gave her hope. It was in this half clear state of mind when she heard the door opening.
Cloud? Billy? Tifa? Claire? Mom?!