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.