#dzicor

[ hallucinations ] ; it was the only way to explain what couldn't be explained, it was what everyone told her they were but she knew there was more to it than that. marie paced outside of his door, one foot after the other and back again.

knock. don't knock.

the voices were growing louder and even with the tears brimming her heavy eyes, she could still see their wicked grins. the darkness that surrounded them, the cold air that hung in the air whenever they were near. she was terrified but she couldn't let it show. she looked to the door again with her fist hanging in the air, her breath caught in her throat, when they decided to do it for her.

three bangs against the door, hard and fast, left her wide eyed and shaken. marie shook her head and bit her lip, they had never manifested themselves into something outside of her head before and now...

when he swung the door open, marie wiped at her tears quickly.  " d-did i wake you? "

did she hurt herself? well -- not exactly but telling the story of how power surged through her veins, an all consuming power, one that often left its trail of bruises and scars was far too much and far too soon. marie registered his reiterated question and shifted her gaze over to him, her small hand wiping the blood from beneath her nose. " yeah -- i'm, i'm a bit clumsy. i was trying to get to the bathroom and the door swung open and hit me instead. " she chuckled humorlessly. it wasn't an unlikely scenario given how much of a clutz she was...but now she was having to deal with the embarrassment of looking like a fool. " i'm okay, i promise. are you okay? you aren’t squeamish are you? "