👽 [ Isabelle | ofwhiips. ]
Send 👽 for our muses to get abducted by aliens || Accepting. (@ofwhiips)
She knows this feeling all to well. Samantha knows just where this is going to go, but that doesn’t mean that she is used to it. Why should she be? it’s the stuff of nightmares. It’s sickening and demented and she would rather die. Why wont they let her die? Why must they do this to her? She just wants it to end. She just wants a normal life. (it wont happen, but she can dream, can’t she?) Being out here, in the open like this. Surrounded by strangers, isn’t the way that she wants to go. It’s not like they would remember though. No. If she remembers. They’d remember, but the Grey’s must take some precaution. They don’t go around abducting people from the crowded streets and in the middle of broad day light. You would think that, they don’t want to leave any witnesses behind. The bright light BURNS and she has to shield her eyes from the frightful event, but she isn’t alone. There is someone else there. Someone she has never met before and she mentally curses at herself. Putting blame where blame is due, because it is her fault. If Samantha had never set foot in New York, then this stranger wouldn’t be caught in the cross-hairs and be subjected to such terrible horrors as Samantha has in her short life. It’s totally gut wrenching and it pains her to know that she has put someone else’s life in danger and that’s not how she wishes to live. She used to live her life off the grid. Away from people. Far, far, FAR AWAY from people. In a cabin in the mountains and even still. They’d FIND her, because of the stupid damn device in her neck.
She is visibly seething now. Her face is twisted up in both pain and anger and she’s thrusting her head back and SCREAMING. (Though, no words. No sound comes out, because they’d made it so she can’t speak), her head is inclined towards her right and she see’s the other woman in the same position as she is in and she wants to reach out to her and grasp her hand, but she can barely budge. It’s a miracle that she was able to move her head the way she had and the surge of light, continues to burn. Her eyes are slammed shut tight and she is praying. (She NEVER prays), praying that this, just this once, is all a dream and she’ll wake up in her own bed or on the floor of her room in a drunken daze, but even as she prays and wishes. She fucking knows that this isn’t a dream. More of a nightmare, but it’s real and it’s happening and she has brought someone else into the fold. Someone into this hellish place and she wants to tell her that she is sorry, because she is sorry and she’ll never not stop being sorry.
