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LOTTIE HAD been lost in the wilderness. She had seen things out there that shook her to her core, and no matter how much she pushed them away from her sights, they just bunched up and piled up in her head until she burst.
From a young age, Lottie had a bad habit of containing her thoughts to herself and closing her mouth tightly shut, as if she had sewed a zip to her lips and would slide it close every time she could feel her real truth surface.
As soon as that plane had crashed, and it became evident that her supply of pills would run low especially fast, Lottie had started to unconsciously succumb to the sights that she couldn't help but see. Her wide eyes would dart about and her body would tremble with her undoubted expression of fright.
Lottie hated that she saw and heard the stuff that she did. But she couldn't escape it, and all the previous encounters or noises she had been subjected to had been just lingering in the back of her mind, torturing her every time they dared to step forward to remind her of her condition. The condition she couldn't rid herself of, the same one that Delilah Darling somehow made clear from her.
It was unexpected when the girl had started talking to her more regularly, but it became evident that, without Delilah, Lottie fell further into herself than before. Delilah was like a barrier that could prevent all those pushed back thoughts from resurfacing.
So, Lottie started to use Delilah selfishly to aid herself.
But she got the sense that Lottie didn't have Delilah's attention as much as she needed to keep those thoughts tamed.
Others did. And in that moment, standing before Jackie, and seeing the stain of red that covered the girl's dress, Lottie felt herself crumble into the pit of envy. She turned green under the pressure of everyone else's eyes, and her own narrowed angrily.
Lottie felt herself morphing into a monster whose limbs contorted to form a sickly cage around Delilah. She wanted Delilah all to herself, she needed Delilah all to herself.
Jackie didn't understand just how selfish she was being by taking Delilah from Lottie, when she had been craving the girl for much longer in the wilderness than Jackie had.
Sure, Lottie was sure Shauna had always had some metaphorical claim over Delilah, but the Butcher that was present with them in that cabin at that moment wasn't the Shauna Lottie knew beforehand.
The Butcher that was present with them in the cabin, wasn't Shauna Shipman. She wasn't the Shauna that had Delilah Darling.
In that moment, seeing The Butcher engulfed around Delilah with her hands grasping at the blonde strands of hair that was strewn about — no doubt from her actions in the attic — Lottie felt her heart coiling disgustingly.
