vanya нargreeveѕ (neverspecial) wrote in wtnvic, @ 2019-02-22 01:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, diego hargreeves, klaus hargreeves, vanya hargreeves |
who: Vanya and Diego. Open to Klaus.
what: Vanya needs her family.
where: Grove Park.
when: Evening.
warnings: References to violence, abuse and mental illenss. Spoilers for Umbrella Academy.
status: In progress.
I heard a rumor you think you're just ordinary. I heard a rumor- She hadn't meant to do it. Of course she hadn't. She loved Allison. Allison was her sister. She loved her. Everything had just been so much and she'd been so upset. Allison had ruined her life. She'd taken everything that made her special and destroyed it. Because those words hadn't just taken away her powers. The words and the pills had taken away her ability to be anything but ordinary. Average. She'd never been confident enough to do anything with her life because she had always seen herself as not good enough. She wondered if maybe her relationship with the others might have been better if those words hadn't made her see herself as always less. Allison had made her small. Made her isolated. Made her less. And it had hurt. Because she loved Allison. And that made it so much worse. And then Allison was saying those words again and she couldn't. She couldn't go back to feeling weak and small and powerless. She couldn't go back to that tiny awful room and the emptiness and the loneliness and the feeling of being trapped and caged. She just...couldn't. So she had lashed out. But she'd never meant to hurt Allison. She'd never wanted to hurt Allison. She just wanted her to stop. And then there had been so much blood and all she could remember was screaming and crying and wanting desperately for it to stop. For everything to go back to how it was. She wished she had never realized her power if it meant losing Allison. All her life she had wanted to be special like the others, but it didn't matter without Allison. None of it mattered without Allison. She vaguely remembered Leonard dragging her away as she struggled and screamed, but it was all a blur. And then Leonard was gone. And she was alone and lost and covered in her sister's blood with an anxious thrumming in her veins and her chest that she shoved down. She didn't want to touch that power. Not now. "I'm sorry," she sobbed, staring down at her hands. At Allison's blood. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." |