A teenage girl by the name of Ayla Meadows is held against her will and experimented on by a crazed scientist. Although she manages to escape the horrors with the help of a sheriff and his group, she is forever haunted by the memories of her torture...
TW: panic attacks, brief self-harm, and mentions of PTSD.
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"No amount of me trying to explain myself was doing any good. I didn't even know what was going on inside of me, so how could I have explained it to them?" - Sierra D. Waters
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Shock overwhelms Ayla's entire body. It makes her feel like she isn't present within herself. The world moves around her and yet she is not aware of any of it. Everything is a blur.
I mean yeah, her eyes are open and her legs are moving, but the credit for this can only be given to muscle memory - she isn't really there. Her mind is off in its own world. Trying desperately to process the events which just unfolded and how on earth she can be expected to move on from them so quickly. Each time her mind replays the moment Otis is torn to pieces her heart clenches and her head gets more messed up and disoriented than it already is.
She manages to pull herself together as she stumbles across the dirt path which leads to the truck. Otis' truck...
She shakes her head to rid herself of the thought.
There have been no words spoken between Shane and Ayla since Otis' death. Their only form of communication being Shane's iron grip on Ayla's forearm pulling her in the right direction.
Even if she could bring herself to speak to him, she has no idea what she would say. She's too scared of how he would react. Right now, he sorta feels like a ticking time bomb - as if any second he'll explode and take everyone in the surrounding area with him.
As they reach the truck Ayla cannot stand the silence any longer. She waits until Shane lets go of her roughly and walks over to the drivers side of the truck before she begins to speak. "H-How could you?" She mumbles numbly. Eyes glued to the floor.
Shane whips his head up to glare directly at her, fire burning in his gaze. "What'd you just say?" He asks, voice threatening.
Ayla begins to share his rage and moves her eyes off of the ground to meet his with her own cold stare. Fire and ice. "I said how could you?!" She raises her voice. It rattles against her throat. "He was kind! He saved us! He saved you!" The disgust and wrath she feels is evident within her words.
Shane shouts right back at her with an insurmountable amount of rage. "You don't get to blame me!" He screams, spit flying everywhere grossly. "You're the reason we're in this mess in the first place! Everything that happened tonight is your fault!"
Her heart sinks to the bottom of the endless pit in her chest. "W-What?" She croaks, no longer feeling all that range which was bubbling inside of her. Instead, she feels broken; empty.
