Sorry for not uploading for a while! I keep on getting writer's blocks with this chapter.
Heather sat down next to Brooke, although she didn't want Brooke to worry about her, Heather wanted some form of comfort. Unknowingly, her arm moved to Brooke's shoulder to grab her attention.
"Hmm? What is it Heather?" Brooke turned over to Heather. There was no point of getting out of this..."May I speak with you....? Alone....?" Heather quietly spoke.
Brooke nod her head and Heather grabbed Brooke's hand to lead her at the back of the train.
She pulled out the mem cake she got from the last test, tears started to prick at the end of her eyes as she started to become overwhelmed with a forgien.... No a familiar feeling started to overwhelmed her.
Heather broke down as she looked at the mem cake again. She felt her body being teared to shreds like she was experiencing being blended all over again.
"Heather?" Suddenly Heather suddenly snapped back into reality by Brooke's voice. Tears streaked her green skin.
"I d.. don't like this mem..... memory...." Heather voice was shaken, it wasn't the normal shakiness she spoke in, more like it was shaken out of fear.
Even without context Brooke could tell something about this mem cake and the memory the affiliated with it was something that Heather never wanted to experience ever again.
"Heather, if you don't mind, could you tell me about the memory?" Brooke asked. Heather nodded her head begrudgingly.
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"I felt..." Heather paused for a moment. "I felt like I experienced dying again..." Heather finished.
Brooke face was filled with some form of horror, "Oh carp, Heather I'm sorry that happened to you." Brooke said placing a hand on Heather's shoulder.
Brooke gave Heather a small but comforting smile, while opening her arm as if asking Heather if she wanted a hug.
Despite not recalling this gesture Heather accepted the hug.
"Shh... It's okay Heather..." Brooke said, softly patting Heather's back.
"You are safe now." Brooke said trying to be reassuring.
Safe... Heather felt safe... She felt the tears to slowly stop flowing.
"You feeling good now?" Brooke asked.
"Yes." Heather said, her voice seemed to be much more clear.
They both pulled away.
"Thank you..." Heather said.
"You're welcome, I'm glad you decided to talk to me instead of letting it build up." Brooke said.
Heather nodded as Heather and Brooke walked back the Agent 3 and 8.
"Woah, you look horrible." Agent 3 said pointing toward Heather's puffy eyes.
Brooke whispered to Heather "You wanna tell them about it or...?" She asked.
"I just... Got a bad memory..." She said sparing them the details.
The other two nodded, not wanting to nag for more details.
She felt much more safer knowing she had people around her talk to. She feels like she can take on the next memory.
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