[ Chloe's hand grips down on Max's fairly quickly, taking comfort in the feel of her there, the reminder of not being alone. Talking about it is always easier said than done; it requires reliving it and sorting out the fuzz around the edges the longer she's awake. ]
I don't ... I don't know. It's all so jumbled. Stuff from home, stuff from Reims, stuff here. [ Of course, the only way to sort it out was to talk, and she knows that. Ramble. Let it out all at once. ] Sometimes I'm digging through dirt, looking for --For anything. There's so much wind and rain and hail and fire you can't outrun no matter how hard you try. There are monsters everywhere and even though I can hear other people screaming around me, I can't ever scream myself because - because then they might hear you. [ She remembers the fear of something as simple as a sneeze back in France, the worry of a floor creaking, and it makes a shiver run through her as she closes her eyes tight again.
When she talks again, it's started to come out more rushed, like she's trying to get it all out before she loses it. ] Sometimes it's my mom that's screaming, in that stupid diner and I'm trying to get to her but when I finally get the door to open, it's not her, but Eddie and he's - he's changing again. [ Her other arm goes to wrap around her torso, like the scars ache just thinking about it all. ] Or it's Shiro but he's down some long, dark hall and I can't get to him in time and he's scared and alone and there's - there's something or someone watching and I can't get away from it.
[ She swallows roughly, her shoulders shaking again as she tries to keep herself pieced together. ]
No matter what, it always ends the same. With a loud bang, and then I'm awake.
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Date: 2019-01-03 01:47 pm (UTC)[ Chloe's hand grips down on Max's fairly quickly, taking comfort in the feel of her there, the reminder of not being alone. Talking about it is always easier said than done; it requires reliving it and sorting out the fuzz around the edges the longer she's awake. ]
I don't ... I don't know. It's all so jumbled. Stuff from home, stuff from Reims, stuff here. [ Of course, the only way to sort it out was to talk, and she knows that. Ramble. Let it out all at once. ] Sometimes I'm digging through dirt, looking for --For anything. There's so much wind and rain and hail and fire you can't outrun no matter how hard you try. There are monsters everywhere and even though I can hear other people screaming around me, I can't ever scream myself because - because then they might hear you. [ She remembers the fear of something as simple as a sneeze back in France, the worry of a floor creaking, and it makes a shiver run through her as she closes her eyes tight again.
When she talks again, it's started to come out more rushed, like she's trying to get it all out before she loses it. ] Sometimes it's my mom that's screaming, in that stupid diner and I'm trying to get to her but when I finally get the door to open, it's not her, but Eddie and he's - he's changing again. [ Her other arm goes to wrap around her torso, like the scars ache just thinking about it all. ] Or it's Shiro but he's down some long, dark hall and I can't get to him in time and he's scared and alone and there's - there's something or someone watching and I can't get away from it.
[ She swallows roughly, her shoulders shaking again as she tries to keep herself pieced together. ]
No matter what, it always ends the same. With a loud bang, and then I'm awake.