laura strange might have abandonment issues. (lastrange) wrote in superbabies, @ 2013-05-05 23:05:00 |
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The nausea was usually the first sign that a headache wasn’t just a headache. But whatever had happened, the magic in the air, it had hit Laura too quickly and she hadn’t even been able to open the goddamned bottle--any of them--to try and get the migraine under control before it got too far out of hand. No, instead, her hands shook and she couldn’t seem to get a grip on the cap. Saturday night was spent hugging a wastebasket for dear life. Sunday morning was spent in tears as she tried to block out the sunlight filtering through the window. She had no roommate. She had no friends who would think to check on her. She kept them all so firmly at arm’s length so that they could never abandon her--it would be she who walked out on them, after all. Mark was the only one she’d ever let in at all, had given herself over to the soothing touches he’d been able to offer when she was having one of her episodes. She trusted no one. Wanted no one. Except for right then. Right then she could have used someone trying to figure out why they hadn’t seen Laura in awhile. Darkness. Warmth. No sound to filter through. But everyone was being so fucking loud with their proclamations of love or defending those who were treading on territory belonging to someone else. Or walking about the fights that had broken out. Or-- Just shut the fuck up! Evening fell. Blessed evening. No more sunlight to worry about or hide from. Laura trembled, too weak to force herself up. The idea of opening up the laptop to ask someone for help was immediately shot down by the idea of that much light having to be dealt with. She couldn’t trust her magic. Couldn’t teleport anywhere or even try to build a magical cocoon where the light and sound weren’t too much to handle. The thought of tapping into her powers only made her shake uncontrollably until she managed to convince herself that, no, she wasn’t going to use her magic. It threatened, too close to the surface, to tear her apart. They didn’t know--couldn’t know--how volatile she actually was. She was the daughter of a man in this dimension who’d held the title of Sorceror Supreme and a woman in the Dark Dimension who’d held the same. No one really understood the magic that made her, that crawled beneath her skin every second of every day. People might have wondered why she was such a bitch most of the time. It was because deep down, Laura knew that one day she would lose control and wouldn’t be able to afford the amount of guilt she would have felt for friends she will have killed, maimed, or otherwise severely injured. Every mass murdering psychopath had their innocent beginnings somewhere. Laura curled up on the floor of her dorm room, hugging a pillow against herself while she just willed herself to remain in control. To stop shaking. To not scream. It would ebb, eventually, and she would be able to stand. Right? Or someone would eventually think to look for her and find her there. … wouldn’t they? [ ooc: Laura tends to ping telepathic radars during these types of episodes. Since Emmett will recognize it (finally--not his fault!) for what it is, he'll alert the medical staff to go get her and help her - for the record, her migraine symptoms are mine. THEY SUCK. ] |