Thread: Do not disturb the disturbed Who: Gracie and Bethan What: The aftermath of FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT Where: Abandoned Hospital When: Sunday evening, after this thread Warnings: The inside of Bethan's head; i.e., swearing, mental illness, and possibly mentions of rape and suicide, idk yet.
When Dave had gone, she'd collapsed, curled into a ball, still shaking, still forcing back tears. It wasn't the first time she'd broken like that, and much as she wished she could, she couldn't believe it was the last, either. But that didn't make it any less scary when reality was torn out from under you.
She could feel the tender spot on her cheek where Dave had punched her. Slowly, deliberately, she curled her fingers against it, digging her nails into the skin, feeling the pressure, feeling the pain, feeling the realness of it all. It was something to focus on, something to stop herself from crying. And, god, she wanted to cry. The hurt which the whole Olivia incident had engendered in her was growing, a sharpness in the pit of her stomach. It was that thing he'd said... that thing about being a human being.