GHOST - Five Hargreeves X Umbrella Academy

2:5

[REWRITTEN]

Violet awoke sharply to the sound of muffled raised voices, her body jolting up from the couch that she didn't remember getting herself to. Pain shot up her side and she quickly curled in on herself, grimacing, her heart hammering against her chest. She buried her face in the blanket around her, pressing her hands over her side in an effort to quell the pain.

The room was dark - she didn't know where exactly she was, didn't even want to think about how she got there, all she knew was that her body was exhausted and in pain, all conversations before being a faint echo at the back of her cloudy mind.

The blanket wrapped around her was surprisingly soft but musty; something that had probably been kept in a cupboard for more years than it had been used.

She could barely prise her eyelids open without them stinging with tears.

The door to the kitchen was thin enough that the people on the other side tried keeping their voices hushed, but it wasn't as effective as they'd have probably liked.

"-her face is plastered all over the news-"

She knew the voice, she knew it was Five, she knew it was him and he was there just in the other room and it had been so long since she had seen him; but for the life of her she could not will herself to move a muscle.

There was a muffled response.

"-what do you mean?!- what happened?"

The other voice rose just enough for her to hear. "She won't tell us anything, Five! It's Violet! She won't say a goddamn word!"

The girl stiffly turned over onto her side, tucking her face down and keeping her back to the rest of the room. She weakly tugged the blanket up around her neck and buried the lower half of her face against it, her other hand pressed against her still sore side. Her eyes burned with tears that slid down her face and sank into the fabric around her.

Violet was too exhausted to tell whether or not what she was experiencing was a dream or reality as she slipped into a deeper sleep, the pain numbing as she allowed herself to fall into that darkness.

The girl had no concept of time in her state of exhaustion. No clue how long she lay asleep, or how much time had passed since she made it off the streets, or how many hours had passed since it happened. Whenever she did open her eyes, if only for a few minutes at a time, everything was sort of dream-like; clouded over with fog.

At some points she dreamt of a muffled news report, unsure if it was real or a figment of her imagination. There was a small television in the corner, and the longer she stared at it the fresher the news report became.

Something about a young girl reported missing by coworkers who were increasingly concerned for her safety.

- not the type to have just ran away -

A bike confirmed to be hers found by dogwalker at local park, abandoned. 

No signs of a struggle or any foul play but increasing confusion over where the young girl could have disappeared -

No witness reports-

Worry for her safety-