(ง'̀-'́)ง (future_dust) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-09-16 02:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 049, jack, juno |
Who: Juno (and then Jack)
Where: Dreamscape/Jack’s room
When: Around 6am
Warnings: Juno's dreamscape is violent af
She was standing in the woods just downward from the Zenith mansion in her tattered track and field uniform; she couldn’t afford a new one even though the coach had admonished her for it a few times before. Her bangs - a bad decision typical of a fifteen year-old with a need to change she employed wherever she could (meaning, anywhere but where it was needed) - were glued to her forehead and she was thirsty. Juno didn’t remember running, but she was tired and her heartbeat was accelerated. She didn’t remember this course as her usual, and yet it was as familiar as the school field track on which she ran every single day.
“I should’ve beaten your mother’s belly to a pulp, you’d’ve fallen outta there no problem. Splashed right onto the floor, a mop away from going bye bye.” A voice echoed from the left. Juno knew precisely who it was, if not by sound then by content. She ran the other way, through the trees and over the stones, like a gazelle running from a lion only there was nothing normal or similar to the circle of life in this race. This was her normal, but it wasn’t supposed to be like that.
“Tell me, which one of them are you fucking? Or maybe it’s all three. Slut. Attention whore. Anything goes as long as someone smiles at you once. I’m surprised you’re not a hooker.” She heard from where she’d been running to. Confused, scared, Juno froze in place, looking around. Where could she run? She decided to keep going forward, true North like an arrow, but the voices kept following. Intermittently, she was running down the hall of the apartment she’d grown up in and she could hear Danny’s heavy footfalls right behind her. Sometimes she was back in the woods and felt Simms’ fingers grasp her skin, looser bits of her clothes, letting her escape by less than an inch and promising he’d get her next time.
A tree in the middle of the path, where she’d seen none before; Juno rammed into it at considerable speed - she’d once been a faster runner than she was today so this must’ve been happening then. It hurt. Her head felt humid, but not from sweat, and her face burnt lightly here and there. Hands on her torso forced her to turn around before she was ready. Both men’s hands were somehow wrapped around her neck even though Juno was certain she did not have that large a neck. She was struggling, gasping for breath nonetheless. Simms on her left, Danny on her right. Both spouting insults of differing kinds, though they converged on one point: “You’re a worthless piece of trash.”
Simms licked at her jaw while Danny punched at her gut, and Juno didn’t know what to react to first, if at all. She squirmed and whined and writhed in pain and disgust, but couldn’t wiggle free; from between both men she saw Chase wielding an axe, heard him tell her “Use the right side of it. I should’ve done it too.” but when she looked at her own hands, she wasn’t holding an axe. She wanted to ask Chase for his, but all that came out was incoherent screaming. Then Cecilia showed up where Chase had walked away, holding a pill and smiling with compassion. “I’ll make you like me,” she said, “Get knocked down, but get back up again.”
“That’s a song!” Juno whined in her head, and Cecilia just smiled. Then, she walked away like Chase had, but someone who must’ve been Audrey, though she somehow couldn’t fixate her features, told her about men and pretzels. Juno wished Cecilia would make her ‘like her’ now. That Audrey could turn these two into pretzels now. The two men were still abusing her, each one in their own way and Juno’s arms were still not strong enough despite how much she lifted almost daily. She couldn’t push them away. She called out to the two women who promised to help her assure her own safety. “Why don’t you help me?!”
“What am I supposed to do?” Asked her mother in her ear, standing right beside her father who continued to slap, punch and push Juno, one hand pressed so firmly around her neck she would wear the marks like tattoos if he ever let go.
“You can’t help me and you don’t know me and you’re fooling yourself. Even I know that. You’re one of them, you deserve what you get.” Said Marco from beside Simms. Juno continued screaming. All she could do was scream.