[ It's not like Chloe's life wasn't already filled with nightmare fuel; long before she got pulled into any alternate universe, before running into murderous creatures in France, she'd met plenty of monsters who tended to leave her waking up in the middle of the night with her heart racing and a strong desire to hide under the blankets. It seemed like the longer life went on, the more was added to the picture - drug dealers, deadly classmates, corpses, crazy storms, psychopaths.
It was funny how often people called Deerington hell when she wasn't sure Arcadia Bay was really much different.
But this small town in Maine is certainly doing enough to make sure that her nightmares don't ease up any time soon. Some of the images have become more creative, more twisted, more akin to the horror movies she used to laugh at when she was a kid for having cheesy special effects. Everything mixes together after a while - the feeling of fire burning away at her skin, running through Shiro's worst nightmares and the horrible sounds that came from the alien experimentations that she'd never been able to bring herself to watch, seeing Eddie's body tear apart as the monster stored inside of him had exploded it's way outwards, the unbearable pain that came when he attacked... and now the unmistakable lingering feeling of being watched. Stalked. Followed until everything went black with the familiar bang that was going to end everything back home as well.
It's that sound that's echoing in her head when she sits up in bed, breath coming in quick pants, her hands gripping at the sheets as she feels panic rip through every part of her body. She can feel a fresh layer of sweat on her skin and her heart feels like it's going to beat right out of her chest. She feels a pain in her head and torso, blinding but she's pretty sure that it's all in her imagination. Her hands are shaking as she tries to look for something to smoke, forgetting that Angela had told her not in the guest room and so she never kept it by her bed here.
Her hands do clasp around the bottle of anxiety pills, though, and she fumbles with the childproof cap with a heavy amount of swearing. ]
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Date: 2019-01-03 12:08 pm (UTC)It was funny how often people called Deerington hell when she wasn't sure Arcadia Bay was really much different.
But this small town in Maine is certainly doing enough to make sure that her nightmares don't ease up any time soon. Some of the images have become more creative, more twisted, more akin to the horror movies she used to laugh at when she was a kid for having cheesy special effects. Everything mixes together after a while - the feeling of fire burning away at her skin, running through Shiro's worst nightmares and the horrible sounds that came from the alien experimentations that she'd never been able to bring herself to watch, seeing Eddie's body tear apart as the monster stored inside of him had exploded it's way outwards, the unbearable pain that came when he attacked... and now the unmistakable lingering feeling of being watched. Stalked. Followed until everything went black with the familiar bang that was going to end everything back home as well.
It's that sound that's echoing in her head when she sits up in bed, breath coming in quick pants, her hands gripping at the sheets as she feels panic rip through every part of her body. She can feel a fresh layer of sweat on her skin and her heart feels like it's going to beat right out of her chest. She feels a pain in her head and torso, blinding but she's pretty sure that it's all in her imagination. Her hands are shaking as she tries to look for something to smoke, forgetting that Angela had told her not in the guest room and so she never kept it by her bed here.
Her hands do clasp around the bottle of anxiety pills, though, and she fumbles with the childproof cap with a heavy amount of swearing. ]