Oh, God, watching that hurts and for a moment Rachel closes her eyes against the sting of her own tears. It's familiar, far too familiar a scene and while the details are the different, the loss and the pain are all to recognizable.
"Kate?" Rachel speaks softly, not wanting to startle her friend and not sure why she's intruding in Kate's nightmare, but suspecting it's the City's fault somehow.
Somehow, the newspaper is back between her fingers. Kate's staring at the headline, willing it to change into something less devastating. For as little she cared about people being famous just for being famous, this would be the moment she wished their names were on the page instead of her mom's.
Her eyes, both dark with sorrow and red with tears, flit over to Rachel, leaving Kate wondering why the girl is around. How did she get here? How long was she here? Why didn't Rachel help her mom?
"Kate..." She looks around again, noting the headline, seeing the wreckage... she's seen too many bodies in her life, bodies of people that had families and people who loved them, people who were left behind.
"Do you want me to change this, take us somewhere else?" Perhaps the City would allow her that at least.
It's more of a demand than a request. If Rachel can change things, then she can change this whole mess. She can sweep up the pretty little piles of sparkling glass, mop up the rivers of blood, and scoop up the various items that have fallen out her mother's purse. Put her mother in a safer area of the city, maybe in her own office amongst the piles of paperwork from numerous charities. Anything is better than this.
Taking her away isn't what Kate wants. She wants to be given something back.
She shakes her head, it doesn't work that way. As much as she'd like to. "I can't Kate, not the way you want me to, I can take you somewhere different, somewhere you don't have to see... this."
That's not good enough. Kate needs to stay and face the music. Besides, leaving the area means leaving her mother's body behind and if the treatment she received earlier is any indication for what she'll get in the future, that isn't going to fly.
"And go where?" The words come out in a short, choking bark. "I'm not leaving her here, Rachel. I can't do that to my mother." Kate's back is turned on the crime scene so she doesn't notice that everything is fading away, corpse and all.
Rachel sees the fading and debates whether or not to point it out.
"It's not healthy to stay here, to stay locked in this memory." She'd notice it sooner or later and if she wanted to, Rachel'd let Kate blame her for it. she knew, better than most, what losing yourself in nightmares can do and if she can help someone else get away from that, even for one night, it'll be worth it.
"Memory? Memory? My mother is dead, Rachel. She's lying right there! I'm seeing it, not remembering it!" she screams, arm waving to where the body used to be. To Kate, this is reality for her. Nothing clues her in that is just a figment of her sleeping brain. Nobody had tapped her on the shoulder to inform her that this is just another stupid curse and nothing should be taken seriously.
Her sorrow is turning into misdirected anger. The person she wants to scream and holler at isn't here. He--or she--escaped a long time ago before her mother's body turned cold.
"Kate, it's a memory, trust me, its not happening now, this isn't real, see? It's gone now, there's nothing there."
She points to the ground where the tragedy had been laid out. She doesn't really expect Kate to believe her and she doesn't want to force the reality on her, but she has to try.
"It's a dream, it's that stupid dream curse again - I'm in your head."
"Kate?" Rachel speaks softly, not wanting to startle her friend and not sure why she's intruding in Kate's nightmare, but suspecting it's the City's fault somehow.
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Her eyes, both dark with sorrow and red with tears, flit over to Rachel, leaving Kate wondering why the girl is around. How did she get here? How long was she here? Why didn't Rachel help her mom?
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"Do you want me to change this, take us somewhere else?" Perhaps the City would allow her that at least.
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It's more of a demand than a request. If Rachel can change things, then she can change this whole mess. She can sweep up the pretty little piles of sparkling glass, mop up the rivers of blood, and scoop up the various items that have fallen out her mother's purse. Put her mother in a safer area of the city, maybe in her own office amongst the piles of paperwork from numerous charities. Anything is better than this.
Taking her away isn't what Kate wants. She wants to be given something back.
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"And go where?" The words come out in a short, choking bark. "I'm not leaving her here, Rachel. I can't do that to my mother." Kate's back is turned on the crime scene so she doesn't notice that everything is fading away, corpse and all.
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"It's not healthy to stay here, to stay locked in this memory." She'd notice it sooner or later and if she wanted to, Rachel'd let Kate blame her for it. she knew, better than most, what losing yourself in nightmares can do and if she can help someone else get away from that, even for one night, it'll be worth it.
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Her sorrow is turning into misdirected anger. The person she wants to scream and holler at isn't here. He--or she--escaped a long time ago before her mother's body turned cold.
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She points to the ground where the tragedy had been laid out. She doesn't really expect Kate to believe her and she doesn't want to force the reality on her, but she has to try.
"It's a dream, it's that stupid dream curse again - I'm in your head."
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