@llethiferous ❤’d a thousand years ago.
it had been a few weeks since she had escaped her trap, the trap that had made her carve the tattoo from her own skin. she had been advised by her therapist to maybe attend a few of the survivors meetings. the first meeting, she had mainly sat in the corner and never even said a word. she felt awkward, like she didn’t have anything to talk about with these people. they all seemed to have tests that were more intense, thing that decided the fate of other people, things that left them with horrible deformities and she had something that could be easily covered with a pair of shorts. she sighed softly as she looked over at her mama in the car, she wished she could be stronger for her.
she kissed her on the cheek and then got out of the car. since she had been a victim of jigsaw, she was never able to simply go out or be happy to drive around at night like she used to be. no, instead she was stuck indoors, scared of her own shadow. she breathed in slowly as she stood outside of the church hall where they would usually meet. in almost two seconds flat, she had lit up a cigarette and started to have a long drag to calm her nerves. the last meeting saw her having a small conversation with william easton who was a kinder man than some people had given him credit for. he was bringing her out of her shell slightly and she guessed that was a good thing.
after hearing footsteps, she looked up, seeing william approaching, and she couldn’t help but smile. it was faint and almost non-existent, but if you looked hard enough, you could definitely see it. “hey,” she said quietly.