𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.
Somewhere far, far away from home. Not what it was. Not a normal afternoon with nothing to do.
And still we fight.
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SHE KNOWS SHE heard her name.
She's definitely bleeding in more than one place, her heart is roaring in her ears and somewhere beyond that is the sound of enraged screaming. Her head pounds and through her eyelids shadows gather for a medieval execution.
It's all background noise to what's at hand now.
The knife still in her side feels as though it sank even deeper with the fall. Ellie-Marie can feel liquid dripping down her side like a faucet and undoubtedly pooling beneath her in the way that her blankets replicate on the worst nights, tangling around her arms and legs while she dreams of drowning in blood. There are a million and one things to worry about at this moment but for now she centers everything around the same easy, core feeling that guided her last year.
Like daggers her eyes narrow when she finally cracks them open at the weight on her.
And sends Quinn reeling back.
“God-fucking-damn, your family doesn't fucking stay dead!” She all but laughs. “Not gonna lie, Riley, I always find the guys who insult their victims to be kinda petty. I'll send you off with something good.”
She's tame. She's gentle.
She's white noise.
Ellie feels an eerie sort of calm close in as Quinn grabs for a shard of broken glass, holding it up with childlike glee. It would hurt. Undoubtedly.
