It was consuming her,
the madness.
She could feel her sanity slowly slipping through her fingers.
Sooner or later she had to let her self go, and she did.
[Jerome Valeska x OC]
[Gotham]
previously titled Orphic
-acidity 2017
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"And it echoes when I breathe Until all you see is my ghost Empty vessel, crooked teeth"
-Of Monsters and Men, I of the Storm
The night before was mostly a blur of events. Violet knew what she had done deep down, but she still tried to convince herself it was a dream. She tried to convince herself that she never actually killed a man. The only thing she wished to forget was the feeling of adrenaline rushing through her veins as she killed him.
It was euphoric.
She hated it. It was purely out of fear that would do it again and again and again just to experience the feeling all over again.
Violet hated herself for feeling this. She didn't want to be a murderer, she didn't even want to think about it. But, what was done was done and at the end of the day, she was just that. A murderer. Or was the proper term murderess?
Violet's thoughts got in her way, not allowing her to focus on anything else. Her actions throughout the day were not hers, she didn't feel like she had to willpower to get through it all. Her movements were robotic and she was withdrawn, never actually making eye contact with anyone let alone carry on a conversation.
Violet focused more on piecing everything together rather than her work. Everyone around her could tell something was wrong but didn't care to ask. It didn't affect them.
Violet was stuck in her own little world and no one cared.
The only time Violet snapped out of her thoughts was when her phone went off with a text alert. A brief feeling of joy rushed through her when she saw it was a text from Jerome asking if she wanted to hang out after she got off work. He knew that she would still come over without him asking, she liked talking to him.
Violet replied with a quick yes then quickly got back to work. She desperately wanted to tell Jerome about that previous night's events. However, he might think she was crazy, insane even.
As soon as she got off work, she left the SawyerSet building in a rush. The car ride to the circus seemed unbearably slow. It felt like the driver was taking their time in getting to Violet's destination. The buildings of Gotham went passed the car all too slowly.
When the large circus tent finally came into view Violet felt as though hours had passed when in reality it had only been twenty minutes. The car came to a stop in the dirt parking lot. Violet paid the driver then bolted from the car.
Violet ran through the trailer and narrowly missed running into a few carnies. She wasn't too sure why she was so excited to see Jerome, she guessed maybe it was because she was stressing herself out too much and needed a distraction.
Violet stopped running as soon as she spotted her ginger friend's trailer. She quickly composed herself, tucking her hair behind her ear and walked up to the trailer door. Before she could even knock, the door swung open revealing the familiar face of her friend.
