I dreamed I had a name...

[_fredless]

Who:Winifred Burkle and YOU
What: Her Headspace
When: Anytime After Friday Evening
Where: Fred's Room (She won't be leaving it)
Rating: TBD (Darker themes present including slavery and torture)

Comments

Late Sunday/Early Monday

[spongetastic]

Once Charles told him that everyone's room was a construction of their minds, Peter knew he had to check on certain people. And the person who immediately came to mind for him was Fred. And even though Charles said it was just the castle, Peter still had to repeat the same thing to himself before going in.

Because once Peter was inside, it was that much harder to believe it wasn't Fred's mind. Peter approached the girl slowly so as not to alarm her.

"What are you writing?" he asked gently.

Re: Late Sunday/Early Monday

[_fredless]

Her voice is quiet, hushed and a raw as her fingers. She doesn't look away from the cave walls.

"...everything. I'm writing everything."

[spongetastic]

"I see." Peter reached out to touch the girl's shoulder. "Do you recognize me at all?"

[_fredless]

She doesn't answer him. She can't. Instead she just turns his own question around.

"Do you recognize me?"

[spongetastic]

"I do," Peter answered carefully. "You're the girl. They wanted to use you as a slave, but you escaped. Sometimes you dream you have a name. Sometimes you think you belong somewhere else, and you look for a way out."

Peter's fingers brushed over the scribbled words she left on the walls. "It's a nightmare."

[_fredless]

She holds herself tight. The smaller you make yourself, the less there is to hurt. She learned that lesson quickly.

"...it's not a nightmare if you're awake for it."

[spongetastic]

Peter decided to keep his distance. He could sense that Fred was even deeper in her nightmare than Sylar was in his. But he still wanted to help her, reach her somehow.

"What else would you call this?" he asked her quietly.

[_fredless]

The reply is quiet, but certain. There's unmistakable conviction there.

"Everything."

[spongetastic]

Everything... Peter glanced around the cave again before focusing back on Fred. He wet his lips trying to think of what he could say to her. But words weren't always helpful. So he decided to just give her company for a while.