noun: rupture;
plural noun: ruptures
1.
an instance of breaking or bursting suddenly and completely.
"a small hairline crack could develop into a rupture"
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[oc x oc story]
The Umbrella Academy
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Faith, alone in the gym, hit the punching bag over and over. She panted heavily as she took a pause, settling the swinging bag. She had had another nightmare. But this reoccurring nightmare was unlike regular nightmares, this was just an old memory. And it was scarier than anything her brain could ever think up.
She went back to hitting the bag but each swing became weaker as she became more and more compelled to break down then and there. No one was there to comfort her and no one could take away the pain she felt.
What was worse was that the nightmares/memories were screwing with her powers. The memories would materialize in front of her and she couldn't stop it. It was like her own personal horror movie was being projected in a 3D movie theatre and she was strapped down to one of the seats.
Of course, she hadn't told Diego she'd been having nightmares or that her powers were going haywire. That would only make him worry about mending something she knew he didn't know how to fix.
So, after giving up on trying to punch her way out of having a meltdown, she let her tears flow down her face and sobs wrack her body.
For a solid fifteen minutes, she cried. Cried over her mind, that was slowly tearing her apart, her parents and the fact she had to relive their murders in the form of nightmares. She cried in frustration of the faceless man that killed her parents on repeat in her head.
Through her blurry vision, she saw the sun starting to rise and knew that Diego would be back soon from his vigilante mission and she would pretend she had been sleeping like she did everything she re-experienced her parents' deaths.
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After showering away the sweat and tears that had accumulated on her body, she crawled back in her twin bed that was sitting in the back room.
She had been staring at the ceiling for about fifteen minutes before she heard footsteps approaching the room. She closed her eyes and pretended to wake up when she heard the door creak open.
"Hey, Uncle Dee. How'd the Batman shit go?" Faith questioned 'sleepily'.
"Language, Faye. And I'll tell you about it later but right you need to pack some stuff because we are going on a field trip," he had already started to shove clothes into a bag.
"A field trip? What's that supposed to mean?" Faith asked as she walked over to grab a backpack and put some of her clothes in there.
"It means, that my dear old dad is dead and we're going back to the Academy so I can stomp on his grave," Diego replied with a slight smile on his face.
