❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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SNOW FELL OUTSIDE LIKE ASH, SPIRALLING DOWN THROUGH THE COOL AIR. IT PRESSED ITSELF IN GENTLE SNOWFLAKES TO THE BARRED GLASS WINDOWS OF THE LAB, illuminated by all the harsh lights and pristine floors, and framing the children within—reminding them off the blissful, freedom, beauty of outside and how they would never touch it again.
Sar lay on her stomach, wrapped in her own white sheets off the bed and hovering opposite of Eight, tracing shapes in imaginary pencil drawings on the floor. When she shifted herself into sitting position, her legs moved out from under her gown and exposed the many red and purpling bruises she had growing there like flowers. For a moment she took Eight's hands in her, squeezing them comfortingly.
"Emma?" James yelled. Sar dropped Eight's hands and spun her head around fast, eyes reflecting silver in the harsh lamplight. It was so cold in the room, and they were all there—all seven of them, now, hanging off their bunks and laying beneath them, trying to find interesting things to do as if they'd found love in anything within the past years they'd been stuck here.
Two had her body fallen, slumped with her back arched like a doll. James reached for her before she could hurt herself, smoothing out her back and holding onto her pale, pale face.
Eight scrambled up, face taught and fearful. "She's Seeing!"
"Two, wake up!" Lune exclaimed, leaping from the top bunk and jarring her ankles painfully. She got on her knees beside Emma, dark skin purpling in thousands of places similar to Sar. Two spasmed, arm lashing out and slicing her hand deep against one of the bedposts. Her eyes jolted beneath firmly closed lids. And there was blood— in her ears...
"Sar—!" Lune exclaimed, turning towards her because they knew Papa took Sar into the experiments with Two for a reason.
And small, young Katie just sobbed, "Two? Two?" Her fingers grabbing Two's shirt.
James paid no attention to the rest—eyes just for Two—holding her head in his gentle hands and tilting her head up so she could breathe. "Emma. Emma. Please wake up. Emma."
Sar's fingers dug between the cracked, worn tiles as she cried, trying her hardest—her absolute hardest. It was like a blur of colours, and nothing was Two, Two... there was nothing of her there for Sar to find, or hold—
"I can't find her mind! I can't find her mind!" Sar cried, bordering on hysterics. Blood fell from her nose as she searched through minds. "I'm not strong enough!" she wailed. Lune grabbed her by the shoulders and held her close. "I'm sorry, I can't— I can't— I can't!" she screamed as Lune held her. Her body quaked. She was going to be the death of her friend—she was the only one who could save her; she was supposed to save her, and she couldn't even do just that. "I can't do it!" she wailed, voice reaching a hysterically high pitch. Two's mind was slipping too fast from Sar, like blood through her fingers.
