wendigoner: (oh here she comes)
hannah washington ([personal profile] wendigoner) wrote in [community profile] dankmemes 2015-11-23 03:46 pm (UTC)

hannah washington ☠ until dawn

fear ; two

[ She's in Hell. What other explanation is there? After - After what happened, after the nightmarish memories that are corroded and bent out of shape in her mind, there's no other place. The light above her head flickers, a stereotype within a stereotype, and she realizes she has a headache throbbing in her temple before she really realizes where she is. ]

Oh - Fuck. [ It's quiet, sharp, and she struggles against her bindings. It's for naught, though, given that they're so tight and she is (now, somehow) only human. Thin arms flail as much as there is room, but, mostly, she isn't able to make any headway.

Hannah Washington hasn't been afraid like this recently, but now it hits her full-force. Stuns her in a way that clears aside other fears and memories that are surfacing like bubbles rising to the top and which she can't bear to face or own up to at the moment. ]


Is anybody there? [ She calls, her voice wavering. There's got to be a way out, somehow, and then she can figure out why she's in this fucking creepy place to begin with. Her eyes fall on the surgical tools and her stomach summersaults; Hannah swallows hard, blinking back tears, but it doesn't stop the terror that threatens to choke her before some mad scientist, or doctor, or... whoever comes in and - ]

Fuck, fuck, fuck - [ She whimpers, pressing her head back and into the seat, heart pounding out of control. ]


hope

[ Things seem kinder now. The brunette lays a hand on a stuffed animal, one that looks a little too much like another from her room at home for comfort. It'd been done on purpose, probably, but she can't think that way. Paranoia hasn't gotten her anywhere so far, and there's no use getting worked up just because of a plush bear. ]

It's like they know. [ She says aloud, tone one of wonder, fingers trailing over the lid of a music box. Hannah looks almost trance-like as she opens it and the melody of Frère Jacques plunks outward. ] About our lives, and... like they've seen our stuff.

[ Because it's almost exactly the same as the one Josh had given her for Christmas, minus the inscription he'd added. The hairs on the back of her neck prickle with the insane coincidence of it all and she shuts it with a snap. ]

Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. [ Hannah says hurriedly, upon noticing another person in the room. ] I'm just, um... getting used to this place.

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