Everil D'Vesta (everil_dvesta) wrote in thetruegame, @ 2011-05-25 17:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | everil d'vesta |
Losing your mind isn't all bad
Who: Everil and OPEN
What: Mindless wandering in the city as she tries to cope (and is failing)
Where: Sapphire City streets
When: Evening, about one week now with her talents tainted
Rating: PG
Everil knew that she should know that there was something wrong with her. She could eat, sleep, walk, but something was wrong. She nearly stumbled for the third time as she paused to rest beside a building. Having just left the inn, she'd filled her stores again. Once again, her legs were shaking and it was getting difficult to walk. She hadn't tried to read anyone since the previous week, she'd been too afraid of what she would have found. If she hadn't been able to, it would only have confirmed the worthless and helpless feeling that she seemed doomed to live with now. She'd been living in the same cycle over and over again. She felt it just punishment now. The feeling rose behind her eyes, and this time she gave in as she felt her physical body slump into the wall behind her, her eyes rolling back.
Her uncle rose like a terror in front of her. What little of her conscious mind was left yelled out, but she couldn't hear it as she was lost in the memory. "How were my books moved girl?" he bellowed. He could always bellow when he was set off. He never showed that tone to anyone else, just her now. "Worthless!" He grabbed her arm, dragged her upstairs, he threw her into the bedroom that she used to share with her sister.
"I didn't take your stupid books!" she yelled, remembering now how stupid that had been and how stupid she knew it had been to provoke him, "It isn't my fault you're too drunk to remember!" He stormed back into the room and she knew she should have kept her mouth shut. He backhanded her into a bookshelf that the girls had built, shattering it to splinters and ripping a gash in Everil's dress. Grabbing a piece of the broken wood, he took it to her legs and side with a ferocity that she had never seen or felt before.
Dragging herself out of the memories, tears rained down her cheeks. "Happy, why can't I ever see anything happy," she mumbled almost incoherently, but the Seeing hadn't finished with her as it dragged her back in.
This time she was at school. Aoife and she were studying. They were laughing about something. Everil didn't even listen to the words, she barely heard them. She drank in the smiles and the laughter like it was her last vision on earth. And then it was over. Her shoulders shook as she gripped her sides, tears streaming down, but she was laughing now. Her head fell back to the brick. The weakness was gone but she would have almost preferred it. She felt like she was losing her mind.