Cora Jenkins + Lumen Pierce (numberthirteen) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-11-22 08:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !reincarnates only, cora jenkins |
Who: Cora Jenkins Lumen Pierce
What: Lumen woke up yesterday. Did not go over so well.
When: Monday, November 22 2010
Where: Miami, Florida
Warnings: Brief mention to memories of violence and rape
Yesterday morning when the eyes of Cora Jenkins opened, it was Lumen Pierce who looked through them. Normally people didn't react to waking up like they'd been shocked, but then again, Lumen Pierce wasn't normal people. She'd woken up with a start, gasping for air like someone had knocked it straight out of her and immediately tumbling off the bed and crumpled onto the floor. She was in a room she didn't recognize. It wasn't Cora's room, she would have recognized that as familiar. Where was she? Then she looked up and saw the guy that had been lying next to her in the bed and she looked down at herself in horror to see that most of her clothes were gone.
Her blood ran cold. She couldn't remember anything. What had she done? What had Cora done? Lumen squeezed her eyes shut and gripped her head in her hands, rocking back and forth on her knees as she tried to focus. Cora wasn't answering and Lumen suddenly realized that she was very much alone. What had this guy done to her? With a renewed sense of fear and paranoia her eyes found the form of the sleeping man again and she let out a soft cry. Had they found her? He didn't look like any of the men that had raped her and left her to die, but it had been a long time. Maybe her memory was as fuzzy there as it was here, she couldn't for the life of her remember anything she'd done in at least the last 24 hours, though it felt like much longer. How much time had she missed? It was like she'd been locked up in that attic with Boyd Fowler all over again.
The guy stirred and Lumen practically jumped out of her skin. She looked around the floor wildly, finally locating most of her clothes and not bothering to put them on, she simply grabbed them and grabbed for the door handle, bolting from the room without worrying about waking him. She had no idea where to go, but she couldn't go back to Cora's. What if that's where they'd found her? They'd know where to look for her now. She had to get out of here, she had to - find Dexter. There was no time to waste, they could be hunting her right now to finish the job they'd all started with her. She'd found an empty bathroom down the hall that she locked herself in for over an hour, too afraid to go back out so after she put on her clothes she splashed cold water on herself repeatedly until she stopped hyperventilating and then she checked for any signs of injury on her. Nothing. Not a bruise, not a scrape, nothing to indicate the sort of torture she'd previously gone through.
After that? She'd done the only thing she could think of to do. Using a credit card she found in Cora's wallet she'd hopped a plane to Miami and wound up at the only place she felt at all safe. She hadn't eaten, showered or slept since. She'd spent the entire night wedged into the bedroom closet with a pillow and a nail file, listening for any tell tale sounds of someone trying to break into the house and get her. If they were coming for her, they'd probably succeed in killing her this time, she only had a nail file to defend herself with and she could barely see straight through the mind numbing fear. When she wasn't straining her ears, she was crying. As if she'd just woken up from some other life and all those horrible memories of being tied up, beaten and raped repeatedly were all fresh in her mind again like they'd only happened yesterday. She clutched herself at the knees to try to stop the shaking but it didn't help, it only made it worse. Lumen wasn't sure how long she stayed like that, but it could very well have been days later before she even emerged from the inside of the closet.