Eccedentesiast

Exulansis

(Noun)

The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because others are unable to relate to it.

Same as last chapter, this is an angsty fanfic and you shouldn't be reading it if anything really triggers you.

Silence.

Not even the core made a sound as the three Four of them sat facing eachother. It was Sasha who broke the silence.

"Well? Are you just gonna sit there Marcy? We're fucking worried."

"I'm sorry."

"Stop fucking apologizing and just tell us what's wrong! You're treating us like strangers and it hurts! We know somethings wrong but you just keep on Insisting you're fine, like, like you're Scared! Like you're scared of us."

Anne held Sasha's arm and muttered something, then spoke up.

"Marcy we're here for you, and I promise whatever you're struggling with isn't any worse than watching you suffer and having no idea why."

Awe Marcy~ are you struggling to decide what to do? Are you afraid? It seems like you're stuck in a pretty lose-lose situation. Why don't you just give up the body and we'll handle this for you~

All three of them continued talking as Marcy stated silent. It grew loud, overwhelming. They covered their ears and started shaking their head and kicking their feet, though that only drowned out the more tolerable of the noise. With Anne and Sasha quiet the core seemed so much louder. As the core continued to chatter away in their head, they finally made up their mind. They pulled their hands from their ears and grew still.

"I still hear the core."

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"Are you fucking serious?"

"Sasha!"

"Don't fucking Sasha me! Marcy had the fucking core still in them all this time and didn't tell us? The core hurt us too! We have a God damn right to know that we're still living with the core!"

"Sasha could you maybe shut the hell up and think about how Marcy feels?"

Anne snapped, her eyes flashing blue for a moment. Everyone sat and stared at her, shocked.

"Marcy, do you have anything else you'd like to say?"

Anne said, now much calmer and gentler. Marcy froze for a moment.

"..I've been hurting myself and not letting myself sleep to try and hurt the core. At first I thought 'maybe this is just ptsd hallucinations' or something but then I'd start looking in the mirror and see my eye had turned red, or sometimes I'll just drop things and then hear it laugh. I never told anyone because it always told me that you two would hate me if I said anything, or I'd worry you too much, and I knew it wasn't true but when you hear it in your head over and over it starts to sound more rational."

Marcy's rant was cut short by Amne grabbing their hand and putting her other hand on their shoulder. This was then Marcy realized they had been hyperventilating and starting to panic.

"I can't imagine how hard that must've been for you. You've got us now, though. And we will do anything we can to support you."

Marcy looked past Anne to see Sasha, who was looking away, likely ashamed of how she had snapped at Marcy. Anne looked down at her watch then back up at Marcy