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SELF PARA. DEC. 26. 2:46 AM

HER WORDS WERE SCRIBBLED INTO THE PARCHMENT, etched into the thin paper and soon faded after each word was written. she made sure the ink would hide her bubbly cursive writing. amora sat in bed, her ruby lipstick wiped away and makeup neatly cleaned off her face as it always was at bedtime. she was alone in her family townhouse, tucked away from any peering eyes.

SHE WAS ALONE but not to be mistaken for lonely. her solitude held many secrets, especially when she was away from school. it was where she could think about her brother and his questionable choices, and how she rarely agreed with the words her parents would sprout about their disheveled son. their anger was unwarranted in her eyes. amora was caught in the middle, and she felt scared that they would soon turn on her too if they ever knew the truth. of the rebellion that ached to burst from her chest. about her fancy in girls and not boys. about her new intuitive for a cause that did not sit well with them. would they push her away like they did alastor ? would they banish her from the family name and make up excuses for why she wasn’t there ? AND SO SHE WROTE : i do not agree with them. mum and daddy, they no longer make sense to me. alastor may be foolish, but he is blood and i cannot make sense of their disapproval any more. it troubles me to feel so far away. to feel so empty? things no longer make sense. the families mum and daddy invited yesterday evening, i saw and heard too much. i think my parents are in bed with the enemy? i haven’t told anyone. i won’t tell anyone, i won’t risk it. but i no longer feel safe here. things are not right. THE WORDS FADED INTO THE PARCHMENT AS QUICKLY AS THEY CAME. amora tucked her seemingly empty book underneath her mattress, the warn-down pages a hidden glimpse into her mind. her wand was underneath her covers. she always felt a sense of relief when she emptied her heart. this time however, there was a shaky feeling. at least she’d be returning back to hogwarts in the morning. she’d be seeing friends like DAISY AND KATHERINE AND MARLENE. they’d surely help her forget about the troubles at home. amora needed people to make her forget, if just for a little while. because things would surely become too real, too soon.

#date: dec 26. 1976 #mini selfpara #i felt a need for others to get a look into her head #it is a rather dark place #i think her family is slowly becoming something she cannot accept #kit i hope you're ready for the feels #also this is sort of long??

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Escape

Cicero's first order of business was to get out of her masquerade outfit. She'd really loved the outfit, a pretty dress and mask with peacock feathers, but she figured it would hardly be inconspicuous, or practical to escape in. And besides....who knew? Maybe she could play the part of some deranged girl who'd been in isolation, and hadn't even been at the masquerade? Maybe the gunmen would look at her differently?

Removing her dress shoes, mask, and jewelry, and shoving them under the bed, Cicero struggled to wrench one of the legs off the bed. It was made of wood, and the legs were screwed in. With some effort and difficulty, she managed to wiggle at one of the legs until it loosened, and finally, she pulled it off.

Ignoring Sauri, she used the leg to beat at the tiny window in the door, grunting with effort as glass shards began to rain down onto the floor. Finally, she managed to break through the glass, and she used the wooden leg to smash at the shards poking up from the frame.

Reaching through the smashed window, she winced in pain as the glass edges around the window frame jabbed her arm, opening small cuts, but she ignored it, grimacing, wincing quietly as she reached for the lock on the outside. With some effort, she managed to use the wooden leg to flip the lock to the 'open' position, and, with a relieved gasp, she pulled her arm back through the window as the door swung open. She'd done it.

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Trapped

Cicero groaned in frustration. Great. Not only were there lunatics with guns wandering the hospital, but now she was trapped in the Isolation room with some girl she didn’t know, who probably wouldn’t be any help at all, if their only other encounter had been any indication. “This is bloody ridiculous, I get stuck in a freaking mental hospital, and now I’m getting shot at as well, for gods sake?!”, she snarled to herself. She wasn’t going to stand for it. Or, at the very least she wasn’t just going to sit here and cower like some frightened little animal. So there were gunmen in the hospital? Well, maybe it wasn’t all bad. This could get exciting, in the right light, she thought to herself. Maybe there was some way she could twist this situation to her advantage? Oh yes, she definitely would…. A small smirk began to play across her lips. This could work for her…..she hoped.

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Arriving at Thornewood

A large car drives up the driveway, and a man, a woman, and two children get out. The woman opens the back door of the car to help an elderly man out. They stop for a moment, saying their goodbyes to each other, before leading the man to the door.

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