hearing jill’s kind enough words made mia retract her hand instantly, soaked cardigan sticking uncomfortably to the side of her arm. what was meant to be a comfort to her had soon morphed into something else … a malignant feeling that she would now have to carry with her for the entirety of the interrogation.
upon meeting jill for the first time in the dull room, mia had quickly come to the conclusion that the woman was perspicacious, through and through. there was no hiding, no cowering behind the idea of amnesia that mia had forfeited herself to in the baker house, only gaining limited memories back after facing the past, after facing the bioweapon that she had helped to keep a secret from society, those who could also protect her.
mia was a soldier though, strong willed and courageous, ready to combat any belligerent individual that came rushing for her … this mainly consisted of the girl who had trapped herself in her mind, though, unable to let go, unable to retreat to the safety of another.
❝ well … because … ❞ no other words emerged from mia’s lips— they were unable to, despite crawling to the seams of the truth that jill wanted to hear. how was mia meant to put across the fact her entire existence changed because of the length of time she spent at louisiana? there was nothing to say, no promises to be made about being better, because she was still hanging onto the trauma that brought her to the interrogation room.
❝ i’ve been … away. for a while. it’s given me a lot of time to reflect. ❞ she hated every word coming out of her mouth. they didn’t feel right, they tasted like poison and even when spitting it out, the taste would forever remain. ❝ i don’t know what you’re looking for from me— there’s nothing else i can tell you but to look for yourself. ❞
continuation from X | @stviolentine
