Post by Della Miller on Nov 23, 2017 15:23:59 GMT -5
Della was dreaming, just at the edge of dawn. In it she was standing in the middle of a room. She caught the moon just out the window, she must have been somewhere high.
Her attention was taken by the sound of a dog whimpering. She turned her head, and softened when she caught sight of a Scottish Deerhound puppy...Rook. She knelt down to pick him up. "Hey buddy..."
"I tried so hard, Della..."
She turned to the window, and suddenly a figure stood at the edge, one she had only ever seen in pictures, though never dressed in that black frock.
"I tried to save you..." her mother muttered. The fact that she was supposed to be dead seemed to be only an echo of the real world for her that didn't override her confusion.
"What are you saying?" Della asked.
Her mother leaned back, began to fall out the window, and Della couldn't move forward, not when the moon seemed to burst into her eyes.
By the time her vision returned, she was up against the wall, still hanging onto Rook, but she was being held back by...gold strands? Rook yelped and growled, which would have been adorable, if she wasn't facing three far more dangerous figures; one a wolf with all too familiar blue eyes, one was Hades, grinning wickedly, and the other...she could barely make it out, yet she gasped, "You..."
She screamed herself awake as the Panic wolf lunged forward. Her eyes darted around the room, half expecting Hades to turn up...the worst thing was when a nightmare scenario was absolutely plausible...no, no, what was worse were the parts of that dream that she couldn't so easily decipher...what the hell was her long dead mother doing and why was she being held down by gold and why did she feel like she recognized that shadow...
Sunrise was just beginning, enough light creeping in that she didn't need a lamp to see the book on her sidetable, a respite from the confusion.
In all the craziness, Della realized she could really use a chance to catch up on her reading, especially since it had been nearly two months and she still hadn't finished Turtles All the Way Down , hadn't even cracked the first third. If her brain wasn't going to let her rest, why not read a bit?
A certain passage on page 106 turned out to be why, where the main character began talking about a parasite that made fish want to be eaten by birds so the parasite could reproduce. The final line felt like someone hammered a nail into her stomach.
You can't know if you're doing the bidding of some parasite, not really.
Della found herself reading that line over and over again, suddenly feeling just as sick as she imagined Aza often felt, except she didn't need to imagine potential rare diseases, and pinching her skin wouldn't give her any sort of reassurance.
She closed the book and made her way out of the apartment, needing to breathe away from Aza's panicky mindset, breathe away the image of Hades implying she could easily become his puppet. Sure, he claimed she would have to agree to that part, but could she really be sure? There wasn't a reason in the world to believe him.
Her mind still felt like hers, but it had when Nimueh took over, when she became a heartless killing machine, when she became Wednesday Addams...the mind was far too easy to trick and that was exactly why that line echoed in her head like she was stuck in a cave of nightmares.
The worst thing, however, was how familiar this loss of control felt. All the other times, she only felt that fear after the fact...so why would she feel as though this was happening again ?
Somehow she had made it to the park, which didn't help her sense of paranoia. So her legs were leading her places without her knowing now? With a sigh, she accepted the inevitable, and entered the park.
Her attention was taken by the sound of a dog whimpering. She turned her head, and softened when she caught sight of a Scottish Deerhound puppy...Rook. She knelt down to pick him up. "Hey buddy..."
"I tried so hard, Della..."
She turned to the window, and suddenly a figure stood at the edge, one she had only ever seen in pictures, though never dressed in that black frock.
"I tried to save you..." her mother muttered. The fact that she was supposed to be dead seemed to be only an echo of the real world for her that didn't override her confusion.
"What are you saying?" Della asked.
Her mother leaned back, began to fall out the window, and Della couldn't move forward, not when the moon seemed to burst into her eyes.
By the time her vision returned, she was up against the wall, still hanging onto Rook, but she was being held back by...gold strands? Rook yelped and growled, which would have been adorable, if she wasn't facing three far more dangerous figures; one a wolf with all too familiar blue eyes, one was Hades, grinning wickedly, and the other...she could barely make it out, yet she gasped, "You..."
She screamed herself awake as the Panic wolf lunged forward. Her eyes darted around the room, half expecting Hades to turn up...the worst thing was when a nightmare scenario was absolutely plausible...no, no, what was worse were the parts of that dream that she couldn't so easily decipher...what the hell was her long dead mother doing and why was she being held down by gold and why did she feel like she recognized that shadow...
Sunrise was just beginning, enough light creeping in that she didn't need a lamp to see the book on her sidetable, a respite from the confusion.
In all the craziness, Della realized she could really use a chance to catch up on her reading, especially since it had been nearly two months and she still hadn't finished Turtles All the Way Down , hadn't even cracked the first third. If her brain wasn't going to let her rest, why not read a bit?
A certain passage on page 106 turned out to be why, where the main character began talking about a parasite that made fish want to be eaten by birds so the parasite could reproduce. The final line felt like someone hammered a nail into her stomach.
You can't know if you're doing the bidding of some parasite, not really.
Della found herself reading that line over and over again, suddenly feeling just as sick as she imagined Aza often felt, except she didn't need to imagine potential rare diseases, and pinching her skin wouldn't give her any sort of reassurance.
She closed the book and made her way out of the apartment, needing to breathe away from Aza's panicky mindset, breathe away the image of Hades implying she could easily become his puppet. Sure, he claimed she would have to agree to that part, but could she really be sure? There wasn't a reason in the world to believe him.
Her mind still felt like hers, but it had when Nimueh took over, when she became a heartless killing machine, when she became Wednesday Addams...the mind was far too easy to trick and that was exactly why that line echoed in her head like she was stuck in a cave of nightmares.
The worst thing, however, was how familiar this loss of control felt. All the other times, she only felt that fear after the fact...so why would she feel as though this was happening again ?
Somehow she had made it to the park, which didn't help her sense of paranoia. So her legs were leading her places without her knowing now? With a sigh, she accepted the inevitable, and entered the park.
