Lissa (queenvasilisa) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-08-26 23:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | alana bloom, lissa dragomir |
Who: Lissa and Alana
What: Therapy
Where: The infirmary/Alana's office
When: Earlier today
Warnings: Possible trigger warning for cutting
Lissa didn't remember when Christian came into the cell and saw his girlfriend bleeding out on her knees. She still faced the wall and sat with her bloody palms facing up, dried blood in her hair as she waited for what she was supposed to do next. Death. He'd wanted her to take her life, but she hadn't been able to pick up the knife to finish it. Something that was left of her mind, something strong, refused to let her go through with it. She hadn't fought Christian and whoever he'd brought with him to take her to the infirmary. Lissa's mind was too broken to care.
Adrian and Thor had come with one to heal her and the other to give her back her strength and replenish the blood that she'd spilled. She didn't fight either of them, but did as they said. Her will was gone and she didn't have it in her to fight any longer. Caleb had pushed her to embrace the sinner that she was and she'd tried to atone for those and take away the pain and guilt that had overcome her after Vera's death.
Waking up in the infirmary the next morning she barely remembered why she was there until she saw the faces of Christian, Rose, and her other friends. The worry in their eyes and dark auras said more than any words ever could. Words. Caleb had said so many words to her and they were all rushing back one by one. She listened to their concerns and instructions as she lay there in the hospital bed and did what they asked She had no reason not to comply. Sometimes they'd whisper out of earshot and she turned over on the bed and curled up into a ball. Her tall, thin frame taking up only a fraction of the bed.
She'd even agreed to talking to one of the counselors when Christian had asked her to. Told her to. She'd despised talking to the counselors back at school. Deirdre had asked the same questions over and over again and when Lissa didn't give her the answer she wanted, she asked them in a different way. She had been the one to put Lissa on medication that blocked her spirit. She couldn't live like that again.
Sitting in Dr. Bloom's office, Lissa stared down at her bare arms and thanks to Adrian the cuts and blood were completely gone, but she could still see them. She could still feel the knife slicing open her skin. She knew that there was nothing this doctor could say to her that she didn't already know. She'd been the cause of Vera's death and it was her fault that so many others had been taken from the prison. Dick was going to win this battle and it was all because of her.