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elle bishop (notmyfirstday) wrote in stringtheory,
@ 2008-01-16 19:07:00

TITLE: Knife Going In
TIME/DAY: January 12, Morning
TAKES PLACE AFTER: Where Did It All Go Wrong?
CHARACTERS: Elle ; Sadie
WARNINGS: Defaults

It was the throbbing pain circulating around the right side of her face that woke Elle up, eyes dazed and desperately trying to focus to see what was in front of her. Everything was blurry at first, the living room enclosed over darkness with tiny patches of light from the sun that barely broke through the closed curtains. Morning?

A groan slowly escaped as she attempted to roll over on her back, her mind forgetting about her sprained arm which woke up as well with a fiery aggression, muscles tightening painfully and spasmed out of control which made her utter a soft cry, eyes shutting forcefully as she used her lower body to pick herself up.

"Adam?" It was instinct to call out his name first, her vision trying to repair itself as she used her left hand to rub at them, before refocusing herself. The room was empty - Adam was gone. He we gone and there was this aching feeling that told her he wasn't going to come back. This version of him wasn't going to come back for her and there was no possible way to shift it or changeover what was happening. It was real and Elle was only starting to see how dire the situation was.

Knees buckled heavily as she made it to the bedroom, a small little hope that maybe she'd find him there. She held her sprained arm with the other, holding it firmly against her stomach as each movement caused a surge of pain to shoot through it. "Fuck," she whispered, her breath suddenly leaving her as she collapsed against the side of the bed, sliding slowly as she buried her face between her knees.

She cried. She cried so hard that she couldn't remember the last time she did. There was a light tug at her subconscious, pulling her to a moment where she could see herself crying just as hard. She looked young, possibly maybe nine or ten. She had pigtails and a tiny dress that all normal little girls would wear. She looked beautiful and yet she was crying and Elle couldn't remember what it was.

"Why are you crying?" It was odd. She was asking herself this question. A younger version of herself.

"I-I didn't mean to hurt him! I-I just wanted him to stay still and I wanted to teach him to do tricks and play fetch like I saw on television, but he didn't want to stay with me. He kept running after things and he wouldn't listen to the things I said. He didn't want to be my friend and I got upset and I..."

Elle's vision adverted as he followed the thing her younger self was staring at. It was dog. A Labrador Retriever. It only looked a few months old - still not even fully grown. It wasn't moving, patches of its fur missing with dark splotches all around it.

"Did you?-"

"I didn't mean to! It just happened! Daddy told me not to play with him because I'm sick. I didn't listen to him. I killed doggy!"

Elle covered her mouth as she stepped away from herself, trying to force her mind out of this state. She didn't want to be seeing this. There was simply no need for reliving her childhood - she didn't have time for this at all. She felt herself start to turn away, wanting to suddenly run when two pairs of tiny hands clasped around her, the extra weight on her making it hard to move. "Let go-" She turned her head, looking down at her small heart-shaped little head, her blue eyes dazzling like sapphires with tears etched around them.

"Help me fix him! Help me, please. I don't know who can help me. I don't have any friends and I can't leave him like that. He's not going to come back if you don't help me! I need him. I can't live without him."

And just like that it wasn't the young version of herself tugging on Elle's arm and crying. It was Elle. It was herself and she couldn't say a single thing. This wasn't about a dog anymore - it wasn't about some dead animal. It was about Adam and her own mind was reminding her that if she didn't do something she was going to lose him.

Forever.

"I can't either and I'm not going to."

"Then don't."

That voice. It was familiar, but the tone that was spoken was one she'd never heard uttered. She remembered an angry version of it which was frustrating to listen to. The laws of mental status and abnormal things occurring were still reaching its pinnacle and yet besides all that she couldn't think of any reason why she would be floating around Elle's head.

It was a whirlwind suddenly, the air thick and heavy as she was pulled out of herself, finding her forehead still pressed against her knees as she lifted her head up to the surroundings of her own bedroom. Her name was racing through her head, the cell phone on top of the nightstand being swiped as she dialed the number that was saved last.

Sadie Calhoun was her last hope.

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bz_rpg
2008-01-17 04:33 am UTC (link)

Sadie and the whole household were already up. Will was puttering around with all of his sciencey stuff in the makeshift lab he'd made out of one of the spare bedrooms. Jesse was helping Sadie out, holding Rex while she took care of breakfast when the phone rang. Having grown rather accustomed to juggling many things at once, Sadie moved to pick up the cordless easily, only stopping to check the caller ID.

"You seriously need a new cell phone of your own," She said into the receiver without greeting. Sure, it was Elle's cell phone, but Sadie didn't dream even for a moment that Elle, herself, would actually have any reason to call. "I tried calling your old one a million times to tell you we got back in one piece. Your son's even gained a pound since you last saw him."

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	notmyfirstday 2008-01-17 04:41 am UTC (link)
	"Sadie." Her name wasn't exactly said as a greeting either, it was more likely said in that annoyed manner to make Sadie shut the hell up. Elle paused, breathing softly into the receiver as she attempted to stand up, the pain in her arm burning as she tried putting weight on it - her cry uttered through her tiny cell phone for Sadie to hear. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bz_rpg
2008-01-17 05:02 am UTC (link)

"Elle," Sadie replied with a great deal of surprise obvious in her tone. And not the pleasant sort of surprise. Sadie wasn't oblivious, she could hear the pain in Elle's voice quite clearly, but she just couldn't strum up an ounce of concern just yet. "I'm sorry. But um, he's not here," She told the other young woman finally, in as polite a tone as she could possibly manage all things considering.

Her annoyance at this situation played right across Sadie's face until she looked up at Jesse. Then she sighed a little. If she ever wanted Adam to be civil with Jesse she was going to have to put in a better effort to be nice to Adam's flavor of the week.

"Maybe you should try calling Olivia's?" Sadie suggested helpfully, in a much friendlier tone than before.

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notmyfirstday
2008-01-17 05:10 am UTC (link)

"That's if he even remembers Olivia," she stated in a dull tone, finally positioning herself so she was seated on the bed rather than leaning her back against it. "Something happened to him two days or so ago. He left and he didn't come back for a day and a half and when I found him he was different. It was like a side of him that I didn't know. I can't fully explain it, but it's like he forgot about a lot of things."

He forgot about me.

She took the time to look down at her arm, tracing over how odd it looked just laying there doing nothing. She was going to have to go get it looked at or possibly go to Jolene. The choices were slim.

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	bz_rpg 2008-01-17 05:44 am UTC (link)
	Sadie's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and just a bit of suspicion. "What sort of things?" She wondered. "Because if you're, like, expecting him to remember anniversaries or something, you're seriously with the wrong guy." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

notmyfirstday
2008-01-17 05:51 am UTC (link)

"No, that's not it." She was getting annoyed with beating around the bushes. She didn't know how to come out and say such things when Elle was still in the dark about most of them.

"I think Sylar got to him and wiped out his memories of me - and not only just me, but of everything else too. He could have very well forgotten about Rex. All he really remembers is her." She didn't want to say her name, her mouth at once getting sour.

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bz_rpg
2008-01-17 06:30 am UTC (link)

Sadie sighed heavily at this. Ooooh, boy. "Look, um," she began unsurely, biting her lip a bit nervously. "I've been down this road before too. It's no fun, I'll grant you that but sometimes that's just the way he is," She explained gently. "Especially when he's reminded of her or something. He gets fixated and there's really no stopping it until he comes around on his own." Because Sadie didn't think that Sylar had to necessarily be involved for Adam Schaffer to suddenly act like a grade-A asshole over Evelyn Hart.

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notmyfirstday
2008-01-17 06:41 am UTC (link)

"He forgot about everything we did - every tiny bit of feelings he has for me are gone. He doesn't even remember that he loves me-" She stopped there, the pain in her heart throbbing violently which made her lungs feel as if they were about to collapse. She took a breath and continue. "This isn't just some kind of random anger issue. I didn't know who else to call and for some reason you popped in my head." Literally.

"I need your help, Sadie. You know I wouldn't call you for anything if it wasn't important, so, I need you to try and think outside of the box on how you think Adam would normally act and start considering the possibilities that he's changed and that something happened. I need you to believe me."

She took another breath, feeling the emotion begin to rise once again. "Please."

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	bz_rpg 2008-01-17 06:55 am UTC (link)
	Sadie stood perfectly still now, ignoring the breakfast she'd been making completely. It was really a wonder she didn't drop the phone. "He--" she stammered finally. "Did he actually say that?" She asked Elle. Sadie couldn't process the fact that Elle had chosen to call her about this. She was still stuck on 'He doesn't even remember that he loves me'. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)