#freyadoe

Avery was pretty good at not being noticed when he wanted to be, so that was how he’d heard about Freya being in isolation. He’d only been in it once and it had been an awful experience that had left him yelling and screaming and scratching his arms until they bled. He swore he would never go near that place again, but he knew Freya. She was the one who had helped him get down from that tree at the beach. If she was anything like him (which is didn’t seem like, honestly), she would be freaking out. Even if she was the exact opposite, he assumed she wasn’t having a pleasant time.

There were a few of them, but Avery could hear noises inside one of them, so he assumed that was the one he was looking for. He sure hoped he was right. Otherwise, he was going to be talking to a stranger who might be mad at him for intruding. Or, actually, Freya herself might be mad at him.

“U-uh…F-freya? Are you t-there?”

     the hallway is DARK, save for a windows that brings in the moonlight to the hallway, his back leaned against the door of the --- well, the room. he’s never been in there, but his THERAPIST warned him not to screw up, or else he’d be in there. but instead it was freya. and he would give ANYTHING to trade places with her. 

     he rests his head against the door.

      “ y-you’re not BAD, ” he whispers into the door, insistently and quietly. “ t-they’re just dumb. y-you did a good job. ” a pause. “ d-do you want me... to go to them? “ he asks, tilting his head to the side as he looked out the high window, his tone oddly innocent for what he’s insinuating.