Is This What Going Mad Feels Like?
Title: Is This What Going Mad Feels Like?
Fandom: 1984
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ariana/Stephanie (Original Characters)
Word Count: 0,360
Summary: “The only way to survive in the silence of the dead is to remember what it is you’re fighting for,”
“The only way to survive in the silence of the dead is to remember what it is you’re fighting for,”
That’s what she said. Now would probably be a good time to heed that advice. Now that I’ve been caught. I’ve never felt so utterly alone. I wonder what they’re doing to her. We shouldn’t have come here.
Yes we should.
I can remember what it is I am fighting for.
They were going to commit genocide.
It had already started.
The end of everything.
No idea how long I’ve been in here. I can feel it flowing. All the pain, all the passion, flowing out of me. Because they’re going to win. My people will be wiped out. Because they don’t know what’s happening.
No. Stephanie. Have to get to Stephanie.
How long have I been here? An hour? A month? No way to tell. I could count, I suppose. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Five seconds.
“ARIANA!”
My name. Stephanie?
“ARIANA”
Again. My name.
“Stephanie?”
Hope is dangerous, but what will it change?
I see the torch. Not Stephanie. Too much to hope to see her again. They’ll take me. They’ll torture me. They’ll never know, though. I won’t give them anything. I’ll retreat into myself. Or scream every chance I get.
“Are you coming with us, Ariana?”
Do I have a choice? No. Scream.
Silence. Again. Scream. Again.
Is this what going mad feels like?
Stephanie, did they break you? Stephanie.
“What did you do with her?”
My cell is opened. If I go with them, they’ll torture me. If I make a break for it, they’ll torture me. So I run. It’s been so long. My legs ache. I’ll run out of breath soon. Then I’m dead. None of it matters anymore. They’ve won. But I won’t give them anything. My gun. My gun. They didn’t take it off me. Arrogant bastards. I stop. Nobody’s chasing me. Why should they? It’s over for me. But not by their hands. No, never by their hands.
By mine. Goodbye, Stephanie. Goodbye, everyone. I’m sorry I couldn’t make a difference.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry,”
BANG
I’m sorry.
Fandom: 1984
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ariana/Stephanie (Original Characters)
Word Count: 0,360
Summary: “The only way to survive in the silence of the dead is to remember what it is you’re fighting for,”
“The only way to survive in the silence of the dead is to remember what it is you’re fighting for,”
That’s what she said. Now would probably be a good time to heed that advice. Now that I’ve been caught. I’ve never felt so utterly alone. I wonder what they’re doing to her. We shouldn’t have come here.
Yes we should.
I can remember what it is I am fighting for.
They were going to commit genocide.
It had already started.
The end of everything.
No idea how long I’ve been in here. I can feel it flowing. All the pain, all the passion, flowing out of me. Because they’re going to win. My people will be wiped out. Because they don’t know what’s happening.
No. Stephanie. Have to get to Stephanie.
How long have I been here? An hour? A month? No way to tell. I could count, I suppose. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Five seconds.
“ARIANA!”
My name. Stephanie?
“ARIANA”
Again. My name.
“Stephanie?”
Hope is dangerous, but what will it change?
I see the torch. Not Stephanie. Too much to hope to see her again. They’ll take me. They’ll torture me. They’ll never know, though. I won’t give them anything. I’ll retreat into myself. Or scream every chance I get.
“Are you coming with us, Ariana?”
Do I have a choice? No. Scream.
Silence. Again. Scream. Again.
Is this what going mad feels like?
Stephanie, did they break you? Stephanie.
“What did you do with her?”
My cell is opened. If I go with them, they’ll torture me. If I make a break for it, they’ll torture me. So I run. It’s been so long. My legs ache. I’ll run out of breath soon. Then I’m dead. None of it matters anymore. They’ve won. But I won’t give them anything. My gun. My gun. They didn’t take it off me. Arrogant bastards. I stop. Nobody’s chasing me. Why should they? It’s over for me. But not by their hands. No, never by their hands.
By mine. Goodbye, Stephanie. Goodbye, everyone. I’m sorry I couldn’t make a difference.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry,”
BANG
I’m sorry.