suffers from a bleeding heart (crogan) wrote in cirque_rp, |
Meredith was in a cyclone. No, it was a Typhoon. NO, it was a meteor shower and she was the earth. It was it was very cut, every fear, every cry, ever horror she had ever felt and magnified beyond any imagining. She didn't understand. Why did she feel like she was dying? Why couldn't she stop screaming, twitching there on the floor of her little living room? Cold sweat.
She shouldn't be able to know what was going on outside. It wasn't just a panic attack from a hyperactive imagination and an over-inflated sense of guilt. Fuck, that was there too but it was because-- it was because-- it was because she could feel everything.
Even though it was just a den of horrors, one rolling into the next in a mad swirl, it was like sometimes something would come to the edge and she would know it was a woman being raped. She would know it was a child being drowned feeling it's helpless, innocent, unimaginable fear and confusion as monsters were real and they had no one to save them. She could feel the snot rolling down their faces. She could feel them pee themselves as if it was rolling down her own leg...
Meredith screamed in agony and all the furniture vibrated with the force. She was drowning. She was going to die. Let her die. Let her die. Let her die.