FANDOM: Birds of Prey TV
DISCLAIMER: Warning, very angsty minific. This will not be pleasant, I can tell you that. Very much disturbing (probably because this is partially drawn from personal experience). I don't own them, I wish I did, want more?
SUMMARY: Ramblings of a troubled mind
FEEDBACK: I wouldn't turn it down...
Screaming. It echoes inside, bouncing round and round, making me scream some more. Rocking back and forth, back and forth, hitting my head on the wall, and the entire time, screaming. Throat raw, eyes blind to all but the grey walls. Walls covered in blood, blood too dark to be human, and yet I know it is my own, from beating hands trying to break, trying to stop the walls that are closing in on my mind. I push, push, push, screaming, screaming, screaming, crying when fingers snap and bones protrude to splatter dull closing walls in blood, black blood. Crying, as the air is gone, crying as my vision swims, and I'm rocking screaming crying tears running down my face to fall into my mouth, choking. Choking, choking, salt of tears, no salt of blood, and I'm drowning in my own blood, springing from some unknown source. Screaming, screaming, screaming. Walls, so dull, so dark, and I can no longer move as I'm trapped, trapped, can't get out, can't get away, can't go back. Screaming, and it's silent now, can't talk, can't scream, throat raw, so raw. And blood, still choking on blood, but no more sound. Choking, choking. The walls...
And a voice is dragging me out of the room, out of the recesses of my mind, to find myself in the arms of my savior, my lover, my Queen, and it's only tears in my mouth, and my hands are whole, no blood, and for the moment the screaming has stopped.
"Helena, it's okay. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. You're safe. I love you Helena, don't let go, come back. I need you Helena, come back to me."
And I'm crying in her arms again. For the moment, the screaming has stopped, and I open my door to the world again.