[ Chloe's silence on the other end might almost make it sound like she let the feed cut out with how long it stretches. At some point during the speech, she must have stopped driving, because not even the engine can be heard anymore.
But it's broken finally as a small sob escapes her, muffled since she had covered her face with her hands to try and keep it back. She's lost any real ability to hold them back after that and at some point there's the mixed sound of a thud and a horn blasting when Chloe's fist connects with steering wheel in front of her — again and again until she has to stop just because of how it makes her hand throb. ]
Everybody's so stuck on figuring out the puzzle, on figuring out some fucking way to get out that no one's fucking fighting for the ones who want to stay in! Why bring us here and give hope when there's nothing to go back to! Justine, Natasha, now Rachel - every one of them who leaves is just some - some fucking reminder that I'll be next, that I have no choice, because I never get a fucking choice! Not on living or dying or any of it! I —
[ There's a choked sound, another cry, and while she can't see it, there's the small sound of skin rubbing against leather as Chloe's hands squeeze down on the steering wheel as tightly as she can. She can almost hear her own last words, the quiet begging for Max to "...go before I freak...", to spare her the pain when she knew she'd fill herself with guilt over it all. ]
I don't want to die! [ It comes out with the next set of sobs, echoing in the cabin of the truck. ] I can't - I can't go back, I can't lose everything — everyone! It's not like home, I'm not alone, I'm not just some fuck up anymore, there's too much to lose, and she —
She was supposed to —
[ Stay. To be apart of what she had. Not another reminder of what she was going to get ripped away from her. ]
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Date: 2019-08-16 03:02 am (UTC)But it's broken finally as a small sob escapes her, muffled since she had covered her face with her hands to try and keep it back. She's lost any real ability to hold them back after that and at some point there's the mixed sound of a thud and a horn blasting when Chloe's fist connects with steering wheel in front of her — again and again until she has to stop just because of how it makes her hand throb. ]
Everybody's so stuck on figuring out the puzzle, on figuring out some fucking way to get out that no one's fucking fighting for the ones who want to stay in! Why bring us here and give hope when there's nothing to go back to! Justine, Natasha, now Rachel - every one of them who leaves is just some - some fucking reminder that I'll be next, that I have no choice, because I never get a fucking choice! Not on living or dying or any of it! I —
[ There's a choked sound, another cry, and while she can't see it, there's the small sound of skin rubbing against leather as Chloe's hands squeeze down on the steering wheel as tightly as she can. She can almost hear her own last words, the quiet begging for Max to "...go before I freak...", to spare her the pain when she knew she'd fill herself with guilt over it all. ]
I don't want to die! [ It comes out with the next set of sobs, echoing in the cabin of the truck. ] I can't - I can't go back, I can't lose everything — everyone! It's not like home, I'm not alone, I'm not just some fuck up anymore, there's too much to lose, and she —
She was supposed to —
[ Stay. To be apart of what she had. Not another reminder of what she was going to get ripped away from her. ]