abducted

Wendy Ortega. 19 delusional disorder/night terrors/ptsd kidnap victim

[melisica]

[wendysortega]

lacyward‌:

Lacy watched her choose, and smiled. “That’s a wonderfultastic movie!” Granted, the Girl would say that about any of them. “She even looks a little like you! And I’m like the beast. GRRR!” The five year old’s fearsome growl ended with her hat falling off. She scrambled to pick it up and shove it back on, hating having a cold and yucky looking head.

Wendy giggled a little, though felt bad when the hat fell off. She bit her lip and turned so she could try and set the movie up in general. “Let’s hope it’s as good as you say then.”

[wendysortega]

lacyward‌:

“Good.” She didn’t wanna get hurt by aliens. But if Miss Wendy was sure, then Lacy would believe her. She was bigger. “Okay. Okay. Pick one of this movies!” She instructed, opening a case filled with every Disney movie ever. She let Wendy peruse, excited to hear her choice.

Wendy smiled a little, a bit overwhelmed because she had no idea at all but she eventually pointed out beauty and the beast and looked up at her questioningly. “What about that one?”

[wendysortega]

lacyward‌:

“Cool…” lacy didn’t really understand that this wasnt exactly logical. She had more than bought in. She believed Wendy. “Are they mean? Can we keeps them away? I don’ wanna get hurted…” that would be the opposite of all better. Lacy was learning about opposites.

“my FAVORITES! Does you wanna watch them with me?”

Wendy offered her a slight smile. “Don’t worry, they’ll leave you alone...” Not that she knew for certain everything about how they operated or who they went after but Wendy didn’t really want to scare her. “Sure... let’s watch.” She agreed, nodding when Lacy asked if she wanted to watch with her. She felt a bit more at ease now and she didn’t mind. She was curious anyway.

[wendysortega]

lacyward‌:

“sir doesn’t seem very nice.” she said, decicively and childishly. and that was the end of that, because wendy said something much more interesting to lacy. “aliens? real ones?” she wasn’t accusatory, not at all. because she was at the age where this didn’t honestly sound too odd to her. “really? you met some? what did they look like? do they talk with their minds or do they have mouths? if you can talk with your mind it’s called tel-o-path. i think.”

“my favorite disney movie is… tangled. or little mermaid. or brave. they all have pretty hair and go on awesome adventures!!”

Wendy frowned but she didn’t say anything because sometimes she thought so too. Even back then she’d thought that but brainwashing was complex. So was psychosis. Wendy nodded. “Yeah, real ones. They talk with their minds.” she said, looking over at her. “And they can get into yours if they want to.” That’s what they’d done to her, wasn’t it? “Sounds nice.” Wendy didn’t know what else to say because she knew nothing (or remembered nothing) about the movies.

[wendysortega]

lacyward‌:

“do you like stories?” she asked while they walked. “my favorites have princesses! but i like all the disney movies. and all that. but sometimes peoples tell like… really good stories? and i wants to know if you has stories!” she grabbed wendy’s hand gently to hold as they walked, swinging their arms.

Wendy shook her head. “Sir never used to tell us stories.” She said, trying not to think too deep into any of that right now. “I think the aliens took them all out of my brain.” She said, tapping the side of her head. She looked down when she took her hand, not expecting it and not entirely sure how to respond but she kept it there. “What’s your favourite disney movie?” Wendy had only seen a couple but she’d been dissociating at the time and she had no memory of any before being taken.

[wendysortega]

lacyward‌:

“I’m good at it!” she said, explaining. she didn’t know why somebody wouldn’t like it. but she digressed. “I’d love coloring! come on! in my room i have lots of books and markers!”

Wendy didn’t even think about things like maths anymore. Or all the classes she’d missed growing up. All the growing up in general she hadn’t been able to do. “Okay.” She nodded, pulling herself up to her feet so she could trail along with the kid. She supposed she could keep her entertained for a bit.

[wendysortega]

elliotxharper‌:

“Well…–have you seen one before? In real life?” 

“Uh huh.” She nodded. “They took me away somewhere.”

[diazsperalta]

[wendysortega]

lacyward‌:

Lacy looked up. she’d started talking, so it was okay to talk. “I like to color… and watch movies. and learn my plus-es and minus-es!” she said it proudly. Miss Belle thought she was very good with her plus-es and minus-es

“You like maths?” Wendy crinkled her nose as she looked back. She hadn’t learned anything past the age of 9, except for the apocalypse. She shrugged. “We could go and colour?” Wendy offered.

[wendysortega]

elliotxharper‌:

“…—Oh.” Elliot paused, trying to figure out what to say. “Doesn’t that….–only happen– y’know, like…. in the movies and stuff?” 

“Of course not.”

[wendysortega]

lacyward‌:

“I guess not.” Lacy shrugged, looking a little dissapointed with no talking allowed, so she just sat quietly. she watched a clock move, slowly. it was boring. but she didn’t want to make miss wendy sad by asking to talk. so she didn’t.

Wendy looked over and sighed, feeling a little bad. If she’d been more up in her fantasy land, maybe she wouldn’t have. “What’s your favourite thing to do?”

[wendysortega]

lacybright‌:

“okay.” she said, sitting down on the floor, in the middle of the hallway. she would wait here. after a few minutes, she noticed something that was a little bit of a problem. this was B O R I N G . “wait… cans ya stay?”

Wendy lapsed into a daydream. Her night terrors had come back last night and she was tired. She wanted to stay awake, afraid of having more. When the little girl spoke again, she looked up. “I guess.” She wanted to go to her room though. “Do we have to talk?”

[wendysortega]

icarianwinnie‌:

Winnie narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked up at the person distracting her from her very important mission. She was about to ignore the comment until the other spoke up again, saying she’d already tried. “…—What else have you tried?” She asked curiously, looking up at the other. 

“Lots of things.” Wendy stated, thinking back to when she was first brought here and she had tried to get out, get back to Sir’s, the safety (ha, some safety) of the known, instead of the terror of this unknown place. The aliens, if they were nearby. “There’s always someone watching.”

[wendysortega]

elliotxharper‌:

“Aliens?” He asked curiously, head tilting slightly to the side. 

“Um, yeah... they get in your head and...” Wendy shrugged. “They’re watching.”

[wendysortega]

cowardlyxleo‌:

As Leo walked away, he was pleading in his mind that they wouldn’t say anything. It seemed he got his wish because the person he walked into was already walking away as well. He let out a quick sigh of relief and continued to look. However, that relief was short lived when someone else caught his eye. Was he okay? Definitely not, but he gave a quick nod anyway. He then gave a second nod to answer the question of whether or not he was lost. He bit his lip as, looking around for a moment. After a couple of seconds, he remembered he had the notebook that the doctors gave him to write. He opened up to a fresh page and wrote with his shaking hand ‘Music room’ and hesitantly held the notebook out for the other to read. 

Wendy looked up at him from where she sat, tilting her head curiously. He nodded but he didn’t look that okay, not that Wendy would usually have even taken much notice. “Oh.” Music room. Did he not speak or something? Wendy had met a girl like that once. “I can show you.” She said, moving to stand up.

[elliotxmills]

After dealing with a feeling of anxiety and unease for at least a year now, Leo thought he was relatively used to that horrible pit in the bottom of his stomach. The tight knots and nausea when absolutely nothing was warranting those feelings. However, once he arrived at Brielle, those feelings felt like they were at least three times more intense. Strangers were everywhere, he didn’t know where anything was, he didn’t know who was known for being kind and who he should be extra cautious around… and it wasn’t like he could ask anyone. The very thought of producing any sound from his mouth made him feel sick to his stomach. It even made him feel dizzy and lightheaded… He was trying to relax, practice breathing exercises and positive self talk or whatever, in the rec room. However, people were coming in and out, they were talking over each other, nurses and guards were watching, and there was absolutely no way Leo could calm himself down with so much going on. He needed someplace quiet… Without anyone around. 

It was in that moment when he remembered a staff member saying something about a music room. Did it have a piano? He thought he remembered them saying something about a piano… and guitars, right? Where was it… fuck why couldn’t he remember where they said it was? The boy got up in a hurry and walked to the hallway, hoping he’d magically walk up to the room. However, the hallway just felt like it was never ending, and all he saw were closed doors that appeared to be offices. Eyes frantically looking from one door to the next, it was clear that he was not paying any attention or noticed the person walking towards him. It was only when he walked directly in their path and collided with them had he realized they were there. The boy stumbled back, eyes wide in shock. He wanted to say sorry.. He wanted to make sure they were alright. God dammit, why couldn’t he say a simple sorry? Instead he just stared at the person for a few seconds in pure panic. After that painfully awkward and stressful encounter, Leo gave up on trying to apologize and started to continue walking down the hall in search for the music room. ( @bhqstarter )

[wendysortega]

Wendy was sitting on the floor. Just on the ground with her back against the wall. Legs out in front of her. She only had socks on her feet and she was fiddling with a tattered little notebook but she wasn’t really reading it, just messing with one of the pages, tearing little pieces off and letting them fall to the floor. She was tired and she was unhappy. She’d just had an EMDR session that brought up some stuff and she was feeling pretty upset about it. Trodden down. As she glanced up, she noticed the guy walk into the other person down the hall from where she sat. “Are you okay?” She found herself asking as he soon started coming her way, though looked like he was looking for something. “Are you lost?”