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Hide & Seek || Autumn & Evan

Things had gone quiet long before, but she couldn’t bring herself to come down from her hiding place, so she waited instead for someone to come looking for her. She knew she couldn’t protect herself from most of the others, so it was safer to stay where she was. Still hidden by her wall of pots, she hugged her knees to her chest with her bear between them, eyes closed as she slept a half sleep as she had for days. 

Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was her father and that boy bleeding over her with that same dying look in their eyes, just as they had worn the same look when they’d attacked her. Mind and heart exhausted, all she had done the last day had been slip in and out of fitful sleep, waking as soon as someone would step into the now blood covered kitchen. Her hiding place had served her well, though now she was too tired, and too weak, to move. 

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The Day the Music Died || Autumn & Evan

Keeping the tips of her fingers from running over the soft bandage, that covered the ugly red welt that her burn had become, was nearly impossible. Beneath the fabric and ointment her skin itched, but she tried to mind Alecto’s instructions not to scratch. 

It felt odd, being alone, without the constant comfort and security that her doll’s companionship offered her. Even with all her other friends, it felt as if she’d lost a part of herself and all of a sudden smiling had become harder and the hummed tune the so often preceded her appearance was lost on her lips. The only thing she had left that meant anything to her was her pad of paper and the nub of a pencil that she had left.

It was why she’d chosen to lose herself in her art, tending to draw just what she saw across from her when she didn’t feel like being around the others. That morning she’d chosen the couch in the rec room, her sketch of the window across from her and the trees beyond it half done as the graphite had paused on the paper while she’d gotten lost in her thoughts. 

It was the sound of a familiar voice that caught her attention, sluggishly lifting large tired hazel eyes up to the source. Mister Doctor. “Sorry... She was daydreamin’.”

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