[ of course. she continues looking away, eyes falling shut as she fights against bile seering her throat. he's inescapable, like her nightmares come true. her shoulders stiffen as she struggles to keep her breathing in control, to not succumb to frustrated tears. not even death could free her.
he was right, too, when he said it could be worse.
it is worse.
her hair is pushed aside enough to give a glimpse of her ear as her hand curls against her neck, scar pressed against her palm familiar. her nails dig into the back of her neck to force her to focus, grounding her in the present as her eyes open. ]
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he was right, too, when he said it could be worse.
it is worse.
her hair is pushed aside enough to give a glimpse of her ear as her hand curls against her neck, scar pressed against her palm familiar. her nails dig into the back of her neck to force her to focus, grounding her in the present as her eyes open. ]
Could be worse.
[ could be her dad! ]