Jaime Elizabeth Davies (finder) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-06-21 16:56:00 |
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The Onset of Paranoia
Characters: Jaime
When: Thursday, mid-afternoon
Location: their cabin
Warnings/Rating: angst, language
Summary: Jaime is convinced Mike's going to hurt her
Status: Narrative
The week so far had been ... rough. While Jaime was convinced something was off, somehow, she couldn't pinpoint who was behind it. The blame alternated mostly between Jake, April, and Mike, though she was now convinced that Eli was helping somehow. Somehow, they were all doing something to her to make her feel this way. Tristan and Dahlia, too, and maybe even Alex. They were all doing this, whatever this was. She'd had trouble falling asleep the night before because she was convinced, completely, that Mike was going to stab her in her sleep. She realized it was absurd -- she was unstabbable -- but the idea had been there until eventually exhaustion had rolled over her and pushed her into an uneasy slumber. Today, now, she was convinced that Mike was going to hurt her in the only way he truly could anymore. He was going to leave. He was going to leave again, and not come back this time, and when she got out, she wouldn't be able to find him. She'd spent some of the day outside, but when she'd wandered in after a post-lunch exploration, she saw him playing with his tablet. So he was doing it now. He couldn't wait to hurt her. Standing in the entry way, she stared toward him, watching. Waiting, she supposed, to see if he simply vanished from sight or if it would be like last time ... when they fell asleep together before he was gone. Either way, she didn't want to see it. She should probably say good-bye, she guessed, but if he was leaving, if he'd never see her again, what did it matter? The idea that the thoughts weren't her own, that the idea was as absurd as everything else she'd been dealing with this week, didn't occur to her. Why would it? He was leaving, and she'd be alone. Alone with everyone else who was trying to hurt her -- nevermind that he was one of those people. Turning away, she drifted back toward the bedrooms. Maybe she'd set up camp in the other one. The one they hadn't been using. |