When Leafy thinks of forests, what usually comes to mind is BFDIA. Not by her own volition – in fact, if she could erase the whole first and second seasons from everyone's minds, she would do it. Start anew; start nice.
She hates forests with a passion. Every time she finds herself surrounded by trees, in the dark, cold abyss of nature, she can't help but to relive the painful memories of the past. It made her feel terrible that she, a leaf, had to stay far away from trees in order to feel safe. It made her feel terrible that she had to feel terrible.
She hates forests, she always has. But here she is, sitting in the forest because if she didn't, her team would lose this challenge. The goal was to see who could last longest in the forest, because Four was as sadistic as they come.
All throughout the night she kept hearing giggles – quiet, maniacal giggles that whispered horrible things to her about what she's done. She asked the other Have Cots about it, but none of them returned her anxiety.
The worst part was she was certain she knew what it was. Or rather, who it was.
Ivy.
That was her nickname for – she hated saying it – Evil Leafy. Her counterpart.
She kept glancing at the deep, rickety forest and seeing her own shape staring back at her with a malicious grin and eyes as maniac and piercing as a vulture. She couldn't believe that it was her who had done those awful things eight years ago, or at least the worst part of her she couldn't suppress.
The voice would whisper to her about how pathetic and weak Leafy was, just because she tried to push Ivy out. She was trying to be nice, she was trying to be better, and Ivy wouldn't leave her alone about her mistakes.
She tried to push it away, but it kept coming back. She tried to block it out, but it persevered. She was never strong enough to keep it away. Words that anyone else might deem meaningless and jealous, Leafy took them as threats and teasing. Her worst fear was that she might give in to Ivy's influence, and she'd once again become that awful person she was in BFDIA.
The rest of her team had fallen asleep by now, leaving Leafy alone in the dark, cold, windy forest. The trees were dense and deep, and she could still feel Ivy's short, ragged breaths behind her when the trees rustled, and her laughter echoed in her ears when owls cried.
She shook violently in her sleeping bag, hugging herself tighter than she ever has. The night only got colder, darker, more chilling. She wasn't even shaking because she was cold; she was shaking because she knew she would have to run if anything happened, and she had to be ready. It was a miserable state of being; afraid of herself – afraid of what she could be, what she was.
sea_wrxtes YTCat123 I have a new thing >:3 torturing Leafy this time >:333
