Her

[6]

She had woken up in another unfamiliar setting.

 The blonde - out of habit - moved to brush a falling strand of her hair out of her face but she caught his wrist and twisted it till he cried out I'm agony, begging for her to let go.

 What was wrong with her? 'Everything' it said, whispering in its malicious tongue. 

"I-I-I'm sorry." She stuttered, stunned by her actions.

 He just stared into her blank eyes confused. She hated his silent judgement like she hated the voices living inside of her. 

They remained like this, her avoiding his stare until he couldn't take it anymore. 

With his two forefingers, Newt raised her soft chin till her eyes were searching his. 

"It's okay." He reassured, but they both knew it was a lie. 

So she ignored him, pushing past him towards the nearest exit. 

Once the cold air hit her face she slid down the raw metal surface of the door. Her mind played her regrets on repeat. 

She cried until she had no tears left. 

That's when the coughing started again. It began as a tickle in her throat but ended in her violently choking on a thick black blood-like substance. 

This couldn't be good. 

It felt like her body was on fire.

 It all reminded her of what she didn't want to remember. 

She tried to distract herself by watching the midnight sky.

 She'd always liked the dark but not because of the way it shunned the light but because it meant she could finally close the world out and make a reality where everything could finally be perfect. it was the same with the stars. Unlike everything else, they stay. The stars were the only thing she could rely on to always be there after whatever WICKED did to her. They are constant. Even before she was born, they were there, and even after she died, they will be there. 

She always wanted to be a star. 

It may seem stupid but it seems so nice for people to just stare at you for hours, and adore your beauty. But now she noticed, the stars have been losing their glow and their shine. So maybe she would be fine being someone's moon. 

She wished she could be Newt's anything.

It's a shame no one can outrun truth. It will eventually find you and there it was, blocking her way back to the boy she loved. 

This person just so happened to be her mother.

Unlike her own, this women's eyes were of the palest blue, like a creature who's spent its life living in a numbing abyss called a shadow. She stared at the brunette with those shifty eyes, skulking, slinking, smiling, head shaking erratically as if it's is too heavy for her attenuated neck. Her unnaturally long thin fingers - each like the twisting tendril of a parasitic plant - reach, searching for the girl. Wheezing, whining, whimpering, voice like chalk, her laugh echos, before her mother disappeared back into the approaching gloom of twilight like she was never even there.

 Because she wasn't. 

It was then the sickly girl knew what she would have to do and she didn't have much time to do it. It would only get worse. 

She glanced at the sleeping boy passed out in the middle of the concrete floor and laid down next to him finding comfort in his arms. 

Even though he would never hear her, she vowed, "you have me, until every star in the galaxy dies. You have me." 

For once, everything was okay. That was until the they woke up.