She's loosing blood fast. Trembling as she opens the door to the abandoned apartment. Her blood stains the dusty floor beneath her. The steps are heavy, as she shoulders her way into the bathroom. The voices in her head are so loud. She can hardly think.
'Are you insane like me?'
She raises the edge of her shirt, to see the bullet hole in her side. The pain is almost too much. The adrenaline isn't enough to keep it at bay anymore.
It's hard to to even shrug off the heavy denim jacket. The dried blood on her gashed shoulder, pull and taring away from her skin. How many times has she done this? Hydra would never let her go. She could never have peace.
'Are you in pain like me?.'
She takes the same box from the old ratty backpack she keeps. It's slow. Sitting on the edge of the sink, and biting down on her belt as she digs the bullet out of her side. Whimpers escape her lips. Skin burning, every nerve aching from the scrape and cut of the knife. 'Do you tare yourself apart to entertain like me?'
She screams as the metal clatters into the sink. Taking the needle into her red stained hand. Stitching slowly as blood drips down her pale skin.
'Do they whisper about you on the train like me?'
She stares at herself in the mirror. A haunted stranger staring back. Steel blue eyes and long brown hair. His face is one she knows. And that voice, cold as ice.
'You can't wake up, this is not a dream. You're part of a machine, you are not a human being. With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline.'
He is right.
".....I think there's a flaw in my code...."
She slides to the floor and hugs her knees close. Cold and shaken with those memories. She knows they aren't real. A trick of the mind, a figment of her imagination. A result of her desperate loneliness. But she is just that. Alone.
"......These voices won't leave me alone....."
