Throne; Lock and Chain

Cassidy "Cass" O'Neill | 25 |Troubled "Breathing underwater." St. James Asylum; Strive to be perfect, strive to be accepted, strive to be loved. Don't eat, don't slow down, take what you need. I am disgusting. I am W o r t h l e s s

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Wake me Up. || Cassona

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Fiona all of a sudden felt heavy, and tired. The girl started to shake, she couldn’t stop. Fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, Fiona couldn’t handle it. “Cassidy…I-I need to go.” She said pulling from his grip. “I…I need to go.” Fiona kept repeating it over and over as she stood up. Pulling away from him. “I’m sorry..” She cooed. Leaning down to quickly peck his cheek, before moving down the hall. 

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     His own body heavy, Cassidy could feel the woman untangle herself, going- going, gone down the hall. He tried to move after her, but couldn’t get the strength to stand. Inside, just stayed against the wall, eyes on the spot she disappeared. “Come b-back...”

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Wake me Up. || Cassona

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She wanted to fight it. To fight his touch, fight his hold on her. “N-no..” She squeaked out. Fiona wanted to push him away, but there was something in her that made her stop. Cassidy said he’d make him leave, he would do anything. No one had said that to her before, well they had, but no one had made her actually believe it. Curling up tighter in his hold, the blonde let the tears start to flow. “I….I’m scared Cass…”

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     As the blonde collapsed into his arms finally, the tears hit Cassidy strong, and he felt his cheeks grow wet and he clung to her. They were holding each other up, both wear and terrified. She’d stopped fighting him, even for a moment, and that was something special. Cass was scared too, scared of losing Fiona to herself or that monster in the other room, the world, anything. “D-don’t be,” He finally breathed out, that strong tone gone and all of that bravery deflated. “I-I-I’m he-here.”

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Wake me Up. || Cassona

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Shaking her head, Fiona just wanted to curl into herself more. “It’s to much….he’s here…he can’t be.” She whined. Fiona’s heart was starting to race, the blonde girl just wanted to disappear. She wanted to leave and never be seen again, but at the same time, she wanted to be held. She wanted to be loved. Fiona wanted Cassidy to love her. But, she was to broken, she was to damaged to be loved. Fiona knew from experience, no one wants damaged goods. 

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     Unable to take it anymore, Cassdy’s knees went weak, and he knelt to the ground in front of her. Reaching out. Taking her gently. Pulling her close. It was like he wasn’t even in his body, he was moving without permission, the need for love and affection forcing his arms against his will. “I’ll make him leave,” Cassidy promised, darkly almost. It souned unlike him. There stutter had gone. He’d entered full-force cling mode. “I’ll do anything.”

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Wake me Up. || Cassona

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The hand that grabbed at her caused her to let out a short shriek. “No!” She cried pulling away from Cassidy. Rubbing her hand along the top of her arm, Fiona felt her body start to shut down. “I….I d-don’t need help.” Fiona whined, looking from the spot on her arm to the boy in-front of her. Her mind was blurring reality with her waking nightmare. One moment it was Cassidy, the next it was him. Pressing her back int the wall, she shook her head, starting to curl in on herself. Tears started to roll down her cheeks, her voice cracked as she spoke. “I…need help.”

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     Fiona was slipping -- both through Cassidy’s fingers, and her own. He stood there, eyes wide and filling with tears, a fist clenched behind his back to regain his own composure. He wanted to reach out again, but held back, biting down hard on his cheek as tears escaped. Weak, I’m so weak... “F-Fiona... don’t pu-ush me out-t... let me help, please. It’s m-me, remem-member? I’m no- not b-bad.”

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Wake me Up. || Cassona

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Fiona shook her head slightly, she didn’t want to be carried. She didn’t really want to be touched either. Everything she felt from the night was starting to flood back to her, especially the things from the weeks after. Her skin tingled, it felt like there was something crawling under her skin, and Fiona couldn’t stand it. “I need to go..” She said backing up and pushing her way out of the room. 

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     This is where it happened, this is where it always happened. Cassidy felt the sting of less already. He was losing her, losing her, gone. Out of the room, gone. Maybe he should have stayed put, but Cass wasn’t listening to reason. “No, stop, F-Fiona,” He called out, following her and running to catch up, a hand going for her arm again. If he’d been thinking, he’d realize what he was doing -- but Cass didn’t think, he couldn’t. He needed people. He needed her, and he was selfish. “L-et me he-help you..you.”

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Wake me Up. || Cassona

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Fiona looked up at Cassidy, then back over her shoulder. “He shouldn’t be here…he shouldn’t.” She said quickly. Stopping a few feet from the door the blonde had to stop. “Am I awake? T-this is all some sort of fucked up dream right?”

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     Moving so he was between the two of them, Cassidy looked back from him, to Fiona. No, she was right, he shouldn’t be here, he should be in jail. But what could Cass do about that? Nothing, nothing at all... just keep his girl safe. “If it is, it’s a sick dream,” He mumbled, figuring that man is who had done those terrible things to her. “Come on, please. I’ll carry you?” He pleaded, tugging her arm to the door again. He didn’t want that guy coming closer. He didn’t want to get to angry. He didn’t want anything to hurt Fiona anymore.

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Wake me Up. || Cassona

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Inching back on the couch, the blonde couldn’t tear her eyes from the large looming figure that entered the room. He looked the same, but somehow he looked different.” Biting on her bottom lip Fiona whimpered slightly. “Cassidy, we need to leave…please..” 

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     He nodded, not caring any more about unanswered questions. Taking her hand, he stood up, heading to the other entrance that led outside and away from the room and the man. “I-I’ve got you, okay, don’t worry,” He mumbled as he opened the door, glancing back behind him and making eye contact.

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Wake me Up. || Cassona

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Her hands went to her lap, wringing them slightly as she thought of how best to tell Cassidy all of what happened. Taking in a deep breath she looked over to him, “I..I…” Hands shaking slightly, Fiona opened her mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come out. A figure she caught  out of the corner of her eye stepped into the room. “H-him…” She muttered. “He’s here.” 

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     Cassidy was confused -- Who was here? But his eyes narrowed as he realized who she must mean. However, there was a chance he wasn’t real. Often his little sister imagined the man she was scared of, but a person entered the room then. “Him, Fiona?” Cass asked quietly, still not entirely sure he was catching on.

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Wake me Up. || Cassona

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Fiona smiled softly. “You don’t have to be. I-I’m…I will be okay..” She said resting her head on his shoulder. Fiona had to tell him, she needed to tell him. Cassidy was the only person that the girl could trust around here, aside from her brother maybe. “Cass…I have to tell you something..” 

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    This was it, Cassidy prepped himself silently, trying to speculate what she’d say next. Whatever it was, he just hoped he could help. He just hoped he wouldn’t be told to go away. “Y-you do? What i-is it, Fiona?”

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Wake me Up. || Cassona

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“That would be nice..” She said softly. Fiona had managed to find a way that a few nights a week, they could sleep in the same bed. Before the nightmares had started, the blonde had found that feeling of being close to someone comforting, she felt safer when Cassidy was around. Sitting up, Fiona looked to the boy next to her. “A-are you okay Cass?” She questioned. 

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    He nodded, cuddling up close to her when she went into an upright position. It was soothing just to have her that close, encased in his arms -- it silenced the worries drumming in his mind. “I’m perfectly fine,” He answered quietly, still smiling as he rested a cheek on her hair. “Just worried for you.”

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Wake me Up. || Cassona

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The girl enjoyed his gentle touch, resting her head in his lap Fiona took in a deep breath. “I’ve been trying to sleep…but, i can’t. Th-those stupid nightmares keep me awake.” She whispered, her hands moving to tug at a loose thread on his pants. “Where have you been?” 

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    Cassidy felt his heart fall -- not the nightmares. “Oh...” He answered quietly, suddenly feeling at a loss for her. Fiona hadn’t been doing well, and he hated it. Hated not being able to help. “I’m sorry. I can sleep with you more, if you’d like o-or...” Cass trailed off. Could he fight off what was attacking her from the inside? “Nowhere much. Just... nowhere.”

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Wake me Up. || Cassona

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“Sleep….I wish…” She muttered turning over to see Cassidy. A hint of a smile pulled at her lips before she sat up to look at him. He was always so happy to see her, he was always happy in general. That was what Fiona liked most about him, that even in the midst of all the chaos of living in an asylum. She could depend on Cassidy to be the one person to keep her grounded. “W-were you looking for me?”

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     Of course I was looking for you, Cassidy opened his mouth to say, but held back, instead just nodding slowly. What is it, what’s wrong, let me help -- more silent pleas. Instead, he mutely took a seat by Fiona’s head, reaching out to touch her pale hair. “What, uh, what have you been d-doing?”

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Wake me Up. || Cassona

Tired, that’s all Fiona felt right now. Sleep wasn’t a thing she found easy to come by in the past few weeks. Even now tossing and turning in her bed, the blonde girl had found herself stuck in a nightmare. A black and white picture show of the day her life went to hell. The only time they’d gotten this bad before, was after the incident. For days now, every time she turned around a corner, she could see his face. Clear as day, hovering over her like he had that night. Only this time, no matter how much she pinched herself, blinked her eyes, or slapped herself. The face wouldn’t leave. So here she was now, trying to get a few moments rest on one of the couches in the Rec room. And failing miserably at it.

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     Fiona had been.. different. Off. Cassidy could tell, but when she didn’t tell him about it, he’d just stopped asking. He’d never stopped caring, but he didn’t know what to do. Terrified of losing her, losing that ray of sunshine here -- he was holding on too tight. Cass had been looking for Fiona, actually, when he caught sight of her lump on the couch, and grinned in relief. He was glad to see her -- even if she wasn’t herself. “Fiona, there you are... A-are you s-sleeping?”

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"I beg to differ, judging purely by the amount of nurses and doctors I’ve seen in here, coming in entirely sane and well adjusted — having breakdowns and beginning to tear out their hair, develop odd tics and nervous facial twitches…see, as we slowly cure you lot, the madness transfers over…rubs off on us…it’s impossible to avoid.” Cillian sounded ominous, but he enjoyed the way he spoke having a slight trepidatious effect on the patient. The corners of his lips curved into a smile, as ominous as one as he could make. “Yes, of course. I’m well on my way to becoming Harley Quinn. Got the luscious blonde locks and everything.”

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    Feeling uncomfortable, Cass gave a weak smile and a nervous nod. Maybe the guy was right -- maybe everyone was utterly crazy. "That is not a pleasant thought," Cassidy tried to joke, though it came out much dryer than anticipated. Going with it, he continued. "It's like an apocalypse of crazy people then. We don't get better, you guys get worse, soon the world will be at downfall. Nice."

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"It’s the truth," Cillian shrugged. "It actually feeds very well into my theory that madness is contagious. I’m surprised that I haven’t— well, you know how it goes." Cillian was about to say I’m surprised I haven’t lost my marbles yet, but he realised mid-sentence that the statement actually held true, and he had. But the patient didn’t exactly need to know that.

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     Eyes narrowed slightly, as if Cass was having trouble taking in the information. "Contagious? I don't believe that. I'm sorry," He answered finally, thinking of how his whole life, everyone he knew was completely normal. "Lucky for you though, I guess. It's bound to happen, though.. right? I mean, if you're right, maybe..?"

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