Who: Laurel Lance (Narrative) What: Laurel is losing it thanks to a fear demon When: Bendy (before Sara shows up) Where: Downtown Salem Warnings: Hallucinations
It was no secret that Laurel was stressed. This place. Her job. Her life. It was all ridiculous and slowly, day by day, Laurel was feeling it. It was coming at her, like walls closing in and Laurel was doing everything she could to push those walls back. She was stronger than this. She knew it. But this, all of it was making her feel so small and it was frightening even to her. She was so worked up that she was even seeing her sister. It happened two mornings ago when Laurel was readying herself for work. The blond was brushing her teeth when she looked up in the mirror and jumped, nearly knocking everything on her sink onto the floor. She turned around, but her sister had disappeared. She remembered shouting for her, but she never came back. She hadn't seen her since, which made Laurel think that she was just having a temporary moment from the lack of sleep brought on by nothing else but stress. And the fact that she wanted to see her sister desperately.
Luckily Thea was better now. She was giving Thea a couple of days to enjoy the fact that she was cured and didn't feel like death before she fussed over her. Laurel was there nearly everyday with her toward the end, before John fixed her. Fixed her just like he fixed Sara. Was there anything that John couldn't do? She wasn't sure. She didn't know him that well but Oliver trusted him and she trusted Oliver. So while Thea was recuperating and Oliver could breathe again now that his sister was going to be okay, Laurel kept the fact that she had seen Sara to herself. There was no point in stressing Oliver or Thea, or scaring them. Besides, it wasn't as if she hadn't seen her sister before, but that had been an hallucination and she wasn't - she wasn't hallucinating, was she?
No, because the days after that, Laurel was fine. She was actually spending a weekend for her. She had taken her paycheck and decided to do a little shopping and she found out quickly that there were some stores that did deliver to the hotel, which she was thankful for. She needed to take her mind off of everything and shopping was just as easy as doing anything else reckless, but at least her apartment would be made up the way she liked it.
While she carried her bags and walked along the sidewalk, she felt a whoosh of wind on the back of her neck, strong enough to make her hair blow and she turned around, not seeing anyone. Suddenly, there were screams and pointing to the top of a building and Laurel could only watch in horror as a woman fell, falling from the building only to crash on a van that was waiting at the light.
"Oh my God." Laurel was stunned. When Laurel moved to run toward the van to help, suddenly, there were car horns and she stopped, looking toward the truck that was about to hit her. She felt arms around her and Laurel was quickly being pulled out of the way and onto the sidewalk. She lost her footing and she, plus the person who pulled her out of the street fell, but she couldn't stop looking ahead. There was nothing. It was just normal - there was no girl falling from the roof, there wasn't a crashed van, but there was a man who was cursing her as he drove by.
She finally let out a breath and looked back. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. Are you okay?" She picked herself up and her bags as the other person stood up. She could faintly hear Sara laughing in the distance and she swallowed hard. "I'm - I'm sorry," she moved, walking past the person.