RP: I don't dream at all; I have nightmares.
Date: 29 December 1998
Characters: Katie Bell, Fife
Location: WWW
Status: Private
Summary: Katie's problems haven't gone away.
Completion: Complete
Katie rolled over and stretched. The sun was peaking through the gauzy drapes in her apartment and Fife was in the corner of her bedroom, playing with some yarn. Rene was lying next to her, still fast asleep. She rubbed her hands up and down his naked back which was oddly cold. “Come on, sleepy head. Reveille-toi.” Katie wanted to go down to that little café for breakfast before Rene had to go to work.
She poked him hard and he didn’t stir. Frowning, Katie grabbed his arm and flipped him onto his back. His lifeless eyes stared up at her. “No, no, no,” she cried, frantically slapping his face and trying to wake him. Then she caught sight of the object in his hand. He was holding an opulent pearl necklace.
“No…”
Katie heard footsteps and she looked up. She was in the bathroom of the Three Broomsticks, a hand reaching towards her. Faces whirled in her head, kindly ones turned blank and cruel and a pointed face, full of arrogance, laughing.
Katie woke with a jolt. She was lying in bed in George’s flat, covered by the limbs of her friends. It felt like drowning, covered in warm hands and cold feet. She pushed the arms and legs out of her way, and ran to the bathroom. Fife must have heard her, because before she knew it, he was at her feet, meowing, and licking her hand as she vomited.
She sat back and Fife jumped into her lap. He meowed softly at her again. “I’m okay, Fifey,” Katie said in a strained voice, but he didn’t believe her. He began to lick at her face, licking up the tears that were now falling, and Katie buried her face in his fur and sobbed.
She’d been trying so hard to be her old self. Her face hurt from smiling and she was tired, so tired of being cheerful. But at the same time, she was afraid. She didn’t want to fall into the pit of depression again. She didn’t want to lose her friends again. But pretending that she was fine and happy and carefree was becoming too much.
“What am I going to do, Fife?” She wondered aloud. And Terry, Merlin, Terry. That had happened so fast. Too fast.
She needed to slow down and get control of herself. She was on the verge of losing it and she didn’t want to. Maybe if she had more time on her own she’d be alright. Leaving the flat would be hard, but having her own space would be good for her, too.
And she needed to talk to someone. Not just her flatmates or Terry. Someone else.
She cleaned herself up and made sure Fife had enough food, before she stepped up to the fireplace Floo. She tossed the green powder into the flames and called out “St.Mungo’s” before being swept away.
Characters: Katie Bell, Fife
Location: WWW
Status: Private
Summary: Katie's problems haven't gone away.
Completion: Complete
Katie rolled over and stretched. The sun was peaking through the gauzy drapes in her apartment and Fife was in the corner of her bedroom, playing with some yarn. Rene was lying next to her, still fast asleep. She rubbed her hands up and down his naked back which was oddly cold. “Come on, sleepy head. Reveille-toi.” Katie wanted to go down to that little café for breakfast before Rene had to go to work.
She poked him hard and he didn’t stir. Frowning, Katie grabbed his arm and flipped him onto his back. His lifeless eyes stared up at her. “No, no, no,” she cried, frantically slapping his face and trying to wake him. Then she caught sight of the object in his hand. He was holding an opulent pearl necklace.
“No…”
Katie heard footsteps and she looked up. She was in the bathroom of the Three Broomsticks, a hand reaching towards her. Faces whirled in her head, kindly ones turned blank and cruel and a pointed face, full of arrogance, laughing.
Katie woke with a jolt. She was lying in bed in George’s flat, covered by the limbs of her friends. It felt like drowning, covered in warm hands and cold feet. She pushed the arms and legs out of her way, and ran to the bathroom. Fife must have heard her, because before she knew it, he was at her feet, meowing, and licking her hand as she vomited.
She sat back and Fife jumped into her lap. He meowed softly at her again. “I’m okay, Fifey,” Katie said in a strained voice, but he didn’t believe her. He began to lick at her face, licking up the tears that were now falling, and Katie buried her face in his fur and sobbed.
She’d been trying so hard to be her old self. Her face hurt from smiling and she was tired, so tired of being cheerful. But at the same time, she was afraid. She didn’t want to fall into the pit of depression again. She didn’t want to lose her friends again. But pretending that she was fine and happy and carefree was becoming too much.
“What am I going to do, Fife?” She wondered aloud. And Terry, Merlin, Terry. That had happened so fast. Too fast.
She needed to slow down and get control of herself. She was on the verge of losing it and she didn’t want to. Maybe if she had more time on her own she’d be alright. Leaving the flat would be hard, but having her own space would be good for her, too.
And she needed to talk to someone. Not just her flatmates or Terry. Someone else.
She cleaned herself up and made sure Fife had enough food, before she stepped up to the fireplace Floo. She tossed the green powder into the flames and called out “St.Mungo’s” before being swept away.