Raleigh Harper / Emily Watkins (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
callmeemily) wrote2014-07-06 02:47 am
callmeemily) wrote2014-07-06 02:47 am
What goes around.... (Spencer) TW: Mentions of torture/Violence, traumatic flashbacks
Trigger Warning: This thread contains references to violence, torture and traumatic flashbacks. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to tweet @thestarsplay for clarification. Thanks!
Every night, it was the same.
Every night, Raleigh woke up bathed in a cold sweat, her heart pounding in her throat as her stomach churned, and she opened her eyes and saw the light was on, and if she couldn't handle it, if she couldn't pull herself back from the blind panic, she'd muffle the sounds of her tears.
She didn't want them knowing. It was better than when she was alone. She knew that because she'd done it, she'd been alone and fallen asleep in the middle of the afternoon, and it didn't go well.
It was horrible. But Spencer was home at night, she knew he was, and so she'd be alright. She knew she would be.
Except tonight. Tonight, she wrenched awake, pulling herself out of the terrors she'd been unable to otherwise escape. She wrenched awake.... and the room was pitch black. It was black, it was dark and normally she left the light on, she had a nightlight just in case, but it was pitch black. She wasn't able to stop the hiccuped sob that slipped from her lips, and she couldn't stop her words. "No, no, no- No, this can't- This isn't happening-" She's trying to move back, back and away, but her hands reach and find nothing, and she starts to cry. "Please- Please, don't leave me in here-"
She doesn't realise, yet, that she's awake. That she's no there, anymore, and she's shaking as she pulls herself into a tiny ball in the dark and cries, not realising that there is no spell hereto block sound, and Spencer's room is on the other side of the wall.
Every night, it was the same.
Every night, Raleigh woke up bathed in a cold sweat, her heart pounding in her throat as her stomach churned, and she opened her eyes and saw the light was on, and if she couldn't handle it, if she couldn't pull herself back from the blind panic, she'd muffle the sounds of her tears.
She didn't want them knowing. It was better than when she was alone. She knew that because she'd done it, she'd been alone and fallen asleep in the middle of the afternoon, and it didn't go well.
It was horrible. But Spencer was home at night, she knew he was, and so she'd be alright. She knew she would be.
Except tonight. Tonight, she wrenched awake, pulling herself out of the terrors she'd been unable to otherwise escape. She wrenched awake.... and the room was pitch black. It was black, it was dark and normally she left the light on, she had a nightlight just in case, but it was pitch black. She wasn't able to stop the hiccuped sob that slipped from her lips, and she couldn't stop her words. "No, no, no- No, this can't- This isn't happening-" She's trying to move back, back and away, but her hands reach and find nothing, and she starts to cry. "Please- Please, don't leave me in here-"
She doesn't realise, yet, that she's awake. That she's no there, anymore, and she's shaking as she pulls herself into a tiny ball in the dark and cries, not realising that there is no spell hereto block sound, and Spencer's room is on the other side of the wall.