I'd rather die behind the (chemical_sheds) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2015-04-28 21:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | evey hammond, zz:status complete |
4:12 AM (Narrative)
Her eyes snapped open. From years of practice, her body stayed very still even as her heart continued its thundering. There was no screaming. There was no jolting upright. She held her breath to keep from making a sound. These were things she'd learned in London; things that she'd drilled into herself to keep her safe when panic set in.
And she was in full panic mode.
When she knew she could control her breathing, she quietly slipped away from the bed and went to the living room. Unlocking the window where she often sat, Evey Hammond stuck her entire torso outside and took five long, hard breaths. The cool, slightly damp night air filled her lungs almost painfully. It did nothing, however, to clear her head.
And her head was full of memories that were not hers. She had never gone to a festival with Aidan. She had not arrived at The City by being pulled directly off that broken world. She hadn't felt so free - and so terrified - in a very long time. Evey didn't know what to make of it, but she was no longer herself. And yet, she still remembered the island filled with dinosaurs. She remembered Aidan's truck eaten whole by the white spaces that the broken world created. She remembered grieving silently for him - she remembered quietly falling apart when The City pulled them all here.
But there was nothing she could do about any of it. So she kept breathing and waited for her heart to stop trying to flee from her ribcage. Sometime before the sunrise, she reached into the link between herself and Peter - and found that there was no bright, younger echo of herself anymore. Evey thought she knew why, too.