charley pollard, edwardian adventuress (girlwhoneverwas) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2011-10-05 18:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | charley pollard : girlwhoneverwas |
Who: Charley Pollard (either a narrative or open if someone wants to tag in)
What: She's freaked out because today anniversary of the day she died.
When: October 5th
Where: In her room
Warnings: Um.. panic attacks? Or whatever you want to call it.
Today was the fifth of October. At least it was internally to her. Most of the time, Charley could ignore the way she felt. Being one of those resolved paradoxes, a fixed point in time, she constantly felt both alive and dead all the time. Ever since she had stepped off the R101, she felt it. Constantly in between the two she stayed, and most days she could forget what it felt like.
However when she woke up, all she could feel was heat. Though the room wasn't actually on fire, she felt like she was on fire. Every part of her was burning. All she could hear was the screams of other people. Somewhere she could feel herself screaming as she burned from the inside out. It was completely overwhelming. She was dying, and she didn't know how to stop it.
All she could do was run into the bathroom, turn on the shower and climb in, fully clothed. There she stayed, laying on the bottom of the tub and curled up on her side. The water made her feel a little better, but all she could do was cry and hope it was over soon. As much as she tried to tell herself that she was alive, it just didn't help.