Linda Nicole Ryder (lindanrydin) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-04-29 22:45:00 |
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Boogie Man
Character: Linda
When: Friday Night into Saturday Morning
Location: Her Room
Warning/Ratings: None Anticipated
Summary: The Dark! Eek!
Status: Complete
Linda sat around the priceless treasure Otis loaned her. But the light wasn't doing enough, she admitted as she breathed heavily. The dark was growing larger and larger, and it was all consuming. She had her back pressed against the wall, and her knees drawn up to her chest. Beside her was a fairly thick stick that could nearly pass for a club. All of her paranoia were raging and though she tried to reason with herself there was no danger, it meant nothing. She knew she was past logic, and that frightened her just as much as being afraid of the dark. Not having a stable mind to rely on made her no better than an animal.
She kept nibbling on her knees, biting down on them a bit to try and use pain as a brain jump-start. It wasn't working, and her nightmares were merging with reality. Every so often she'd reach out and hold the light up, and grab the stick. "Who's there?" Her mind played tricks on her on a daily basis now. It almost looked like people were sitting in the dark, waiting to pounce upon her. She would have faced them, but her paranoia made her fearful of them also. She would have dissolved into tears, but it would have been worse. One closed their eyes longer when crying, so it wasn't an option.
She sat back, believing her mind to be playing tricks with her. She was still shaking and then she heard a ping from the threading at the door she had orchestrated. It was real, and she held up the light again, ready to strike. Someone was coming through her open door, and that's when she saw the cat. "Binx," she breathed out. People said they noticed strange things, but Binx didn't seem to exhibit any. The kitten came to her, purring softly, rubbing up against her. He was real, she needed to hold on to that. She pet him gently, slowly growing a little more at ease. Animals, natural stress reducers.
"You know, on the outside, when I got scared of the dark, I just slept with someone. Granted, that was oh ... seven years ago?" Perhaps she was an old hag she mused, but it didn't last long. Her fear was trickling back, and she needed to focus, focus on what was real. The dark had way too many mysteries and she just wasn't that curious. "I used to ... to sneak out to see him though." She shuddered, looking around, "I imagine if I snuck into Pace's room, he would scream. Not that I like him or anything." She was quick to lie and deny. Oh why did she? The dark fed on lies, and it was becoming more oppressive. She was going to be swallowed up, she knew it.
Regret filled her as the darkness surrounded her. Couldn't she maybe stop lying about ... you know, everything? She wasn't sure why she did lie so much here. What did it get her? Not like anyone here could verify anything, or even cared about it. Yet as the regret filled her, she started levitating in the air again. She kept looking around in the darkness, and noticed she was above her light. "Não, minho luz!" She reached down to grab it, as she levitated about six inches. She didn't notice the cat climbed up the wall and jumped onto her lap as she held onto the light. She puzzled over not sinking at all as weight gathered on her. It was then she noticed the dark under her. She couldn't risk the dark swallowing her from below. She clung to her light and to the cat she had come to adore, focusing on everything she regretted to keep her power going.
It was hard, it was strenuous, exhaustion beating at her. The cat jumped away and disappeared into the darkness. She began to sweat as she slowly shifted from regret to will control. But the worst thing that could happen, began to. She was losing her ability to levitate due to her own limitation. She fell to the ground with a thud, the paralysis running through her legs though she did her best to land better yet it failed. Then the Camp light went out. She nearly sobbed. Linda tried to at least pull herself on the bed, but she was out of breath, out of strength. It was like over staying at a gym or training exercise, and all she managed to do was pull the blanket down on top of her. It provided minimal comfort, but it did, and the picture from under her came floating down to her. She grabbed it, clinging to it. With what tiny light that streamed through her window, she kept staring at the image, too petrified to look else where because of the dark.
"Linda, Linda," was she passing out into sleep or was the dark calling to her? "Monster, Monster," she hated this, hated all of it. She wanted to kill who did this to them. "Look!" She then looked at herself, and shadows played upon her skin! She was becoming the dark! The nothingness would swallow her up and make her its victim now. She whimpered as she laid prone on the floor upon her belly, and it was all she could manage. Hours drug on as she kept whimpering and eventually crawled into a ball under her blanket with only her head sticking out, praying for daylight when the sunrise rays finally started to spill into the room. At once, the camp light came on as if it had never been off. She was sure the ye gods had something to do with it.
Getting up, the blanket fell to the ground as she stumbled with a very heavy, very exhausted body to go outside. She had to be in the light, had to soak it up, even if it meant going through the darker part of the cabin to achieve it. Not that it was easy with your heart pounding in your ears, every ounce of your body telling you it was a bad idea. Sheer will made it possible, and once the door was open, she nearly collapsed upon a tree. She groaned, and pressed herself to go out into the open air with no shadows, no darkness from the trees. She only made it because the stamina build up over the last few weeks. She barely stood in the glow of the sun before she passed out and collapsed to the ground in sheer exhaustion. She hadn't slept in nearly 3 days, and with her clinging to her levitation, the emotional over-drain, it spelled curtains for her. She didn't snore, but she was in a deep enough sleep to rest and heal.