Post by Macy Deltine on Mar 11, 2008 21:56:19 GMT
Macy opened her eyes, to look at her desk. She was sweating and shaking, her heart racing from the fresh memories of her dreams. She found herself back in the deprivation cell, hanging there, waiting for that man who would come and torture her, to beat her, to...no, don't think about. She couldn't think about it, and her dreams would go a betray her and bring her back.
She sat up a bit, to look around. Her roommates were all sound asleep, so peaceful. She closed her eyes, ready to fall asleep again, but decided against it, incase she would be transported back to the enemy camps.
She was beginning to feel awake, and wanted to get up, but she didn't want to disturb the others by switching on her lamp and start reading. She could see that the sun was beginning to rise, thought the curtains and decided that she would go into the common room and read. She got up, put on her bath robe over her pajamas and picked up "Shapeshifting in the Victorian Times" and quietly went out into the hallway and into the common room.
When Macy first went in, her eyes had to adjust to the sudden light. She thought she was seeing things, and had to take a closer look to realise that she knew the purple-haired body, slumped on the chair in the corner. She went over to the chair, feeling the ice that was being left by her bare feet on the floor. She reached out and started to shake his shoulder, trying to waken him up.
"Steve! Steve!" She whispered, as he finally came to life. "What are you doing here?!" She hissed when he looked at her, confused.
"Huh? Macy? Why are you he-"
"What are you doing here?! Seriously! Like, why?" She interrupted him. She stared at him, waiting for an answer.
"Oh, I don't know, the guys kicked me out, but I don't see why, it was all an accident, and are you okay?" He asked, his hair a messy purple-blue mix.
Macy realised that she was still sweating from her nightmare, and she hoping that Steve wouldn't notice. "Yeah, eh, no, I, uh, I had a bad dream, that's all." She said, looking away, thinking about her dream again.
"What happened?" He asked, moving over on the seat slightly, making room for her. She just sat down on the arm of the chair and dragged her fingers though her hair, in an attempt to make in less messy.
"It was just- I was back in the cell. That's all." She repeated, not wanting to talk about it anymore.
"Well, what happened in it?" He asked, his voice oddly calm.
"Um, I was back in the cell, when I was hanging, and it was dark, and I was in pain, and I could hear him coming for me, and I saw him moving towards me, and then I woke up." She said, going though her dreams. He didn't say anything for a minute, deep in thought. He opened his mouth to say anything, but stopped.
"I think maybe since you have been under pressure lately because of work, and your group, whatever else, that your mind in getting so stressed that it seems to go back to when you were most stressed, or something. Or maybe whatever happened there hasn't gotten out of your system, and it might go back there sometimes, when you least expect it. Maybe you went though so much trauma, that you can't get over it so easily. I don't think your over it, Macy." He said, looking up at her. She thought about what he said for a minute and sighed.
"How do you know all this?" She said, smiling.
"Well, when I was in Yonkers, they kept sending me to councilors, therapists, doctors, you know. So, I pretty good at this type of thing." He said, yawning.
"Yeah.." Macy said, looking out at the window, at the light that was slowy coming though the clouds.
"But don't worry, like, if you need to talk, I'm here...oh, gosh, that sounds so cheesy!" He said, laughing at himself. She smiled and looking around the room, wondering when the first people came in at.
"Here, sit down!" He said, moving over, making room on the chair again. She shook her head and laughed, thinking back to the very first time they met, when he slid himself into her chair, almost sitting on her, after knowing each other for only five minutes.
"Do you think you won't fit? You're stick thin! My goodness, come here." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist, almost lifting her down and setting her half on the seat, half on his lap.
"Steve, this is weird! What if someone comes in?" She said, half laughing half feeling uncomfortable.
"Well, it's me. Steve Ritzski, the crazy boy, just blame it on me, I really don't care." He said, his arms still slightly wrapped around her waist. She leaned back so the back of her neck was on his shoulder. They were silent for a minute, there was just the sound of their breathing, and some birds singing out side.
"Ow!" He shouted, jumping slightly.
"What is it, what's wrong?" She said, moving away from him.
"No, you, um, you froze me." He said, not looking at her.
"What? I'm so sorry, oh I better go, it's getting late." She said, standing up. She walked towards the girls' dorms, where she could hear some people moving about in the other rooms. She looked back over, and could see Steve still sitting in the seat, looking at her. she smiled at him, ans then opened the door of her room and went in, again, unsure about what had just happened.
She sat up a bit, to look around. Her roommates were all sound asleep, so peaceful. She closed her eyes, ready to fall asleep again, but decided against it, incase she would be transported back to the enemy camps.
She was beginning to feel awake, and wanted to get up, but she didn't want to disturb the others by switching on her lamp and start reading. She could see that the sun was beginning to rise, thought the curtains and decided that she would go into the common room and read. She got up, put on her bath robe over her pajamas and picked up "Shapeshifting in the Victorian Times" and quietly went out into the hallway and into the common room.
When Macy first went in, her eyes had to adjust to the sudden light. She thought she was seeing things, and had to take a closer look to realise that she knew the purple-haired body, slumped on the chair in the corner. She went over to the chair, feeling the ice that was being left by her bare feet on the floor. She reached out and started to shake his shoulder, trying to waken him up.
"Steve! Steve!" She whispered, as he finally came to life. "What are you doing here?!" She hissed when he looked at her, confused.
"Huh? Macy? Why are you he-"
"What are you doing here?! Seriously! Like, why?" She interrupted him. She stared at him, waiting for an answer.
"Oh, I don't know, the guys kicked me out, but I don't see why, it was all an accident, and are you okay?" He asked, his hair a messy purple-blue mix.
Macy realised that she was still sweating from her nightmare, and she hoping that Steve wouldn't notice. "Yeah, eh, no, I, uh, I had a bad dream, that's all." She said, looking away, thinking about her dream again.
"What happened?" He asked, moving over on the seat slightly, making room for her. She just sat down on the arm of the chair and dragged her fingers though her hair, in an attempt to make in less messy.
"It was just- I was back in the cell. That's all." She repeated, not wanting to talk about it anymore.
"Well, what happened in it?" He asked, his voice oddly calm.
"Um, I was back in the cell, when I was hanging, and it was dark, and I was in pain, and I could hear him coming for me, and I saw him moving towards me, and then I woke up." She said, going though her dreams. He didn't say anything for a minute, deep in thought. He opened his mouth to say anything, but stopped.
"I think maybe since you have been under pressure lately because of work, and your group, whatever else, that your mind in getting so stressed that it seems to go back to when you were most stressed, or something. Or maybe whatever happened there hasn't gotten out of your system, and it might go back there sometimes, when you least expect it. Maybe you went though so much trauma, that you can't get over it so easily. I don't think your over it, Macy." He said, looking up at her. She thought about what he said for a minute and sighed.
"How do you know all this?" She said, smiling.
"Well, when I was in Yonkers, they kept sending me to councilors, therapists, doctors, you know. So, I pretty good at this type of thing." He said, yawning.
"Yeah.." Macy said, looking out at the window, at the light that was slowy coming though the clouds.
"But don't worry, like, if you need to talk, I'm here...oh, gosh, that sounds so cheesy!" He said, laughing at himself. She smiled and looking around the room, wondering when the first people came in at.
"Here, sit down!" He said, moving over, making room on the chair again. She shook her head and laughed, thinking back to the very first time they met, when he slid himself into her chair, almost sitting on her, after knowing each other for only five minutes.
"Do you think you won't fit? You're stick thin! My goodness, come here." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist, almost lifting her down and setting her half on the seat, half on his lap.
"Steve, this is weird! What if someone comes in?" She said, half laughing half feeling uncomfortable.
"Well, it's me. Steve Ritzski, the crazy boy, just blame it on me, I really don't care." He said, his arms still slightly wrapped around her waist. She leaned back so the back of her neck was on his shoulder. They were silent for a minute, there was just the sound of their breathing, and some birds singing out side.
"Ow!" He shouted, jumping slightly.
"What is it, what's wrong?" She said, moving away from him.
"No, you, um, you froze me." He said, not looking at her.
"What? I'm so sorry, oh I better go, it's getting late." She said, standing up. She walked towards the girls' dorms, where she could hear some people moving about in the other rooms. She looked back over, and could see Steve still sitting in the seat, looking at her. she smiled at him, ans then opened the door of her room and went in, again, unsure about what had just happened.
