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fragmentsofthegalaxy2015-05-16 08:00 am
neverlosemyfocus) wrote in fragmentsofthegalaxy2015-05-16 08:00 am
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Don't leave me here so cold
Siri was fraying at the edges, and she KNEW it. But she couldn’t stop it, didn’t know HOW to stop it. She was alone inside her mind for the first time in... too long. But what the demon had done while wearing her skin remained; she’d been there, been conscious and aware the entire time. And she REMEMBERED every act taken. She was no longer possessed, but the demon had left wounds in its wake.
She’d made the mistake of sleeping, that first night after Obi-Wan had performed the exorcism that had freed her from the demon’s possession. She’d woken shrieking at the top of her lungs, and somehow made it to the bathroom before retching. There wasn’t anything in her stomach for her to LOSE except water, but the heaving wracked her body until she was exhausted, collapsed over the sink with the taste of bile on her tongue.
Since then she’d avoided sleep entirely. She was living on coffee, the strongest and most caffeinated she could brew; her appetite was nonexistent and she barely managed to keep the coffee down most of the time. And she managed that through sheer determination.
She was currently curled up in the window seat, dressed in a thick, overlarge sweater that belonged to Obi-Wan and a pair of loose cotton pants, with a warm blanket wrapped around her as she sat in the sunlight streaming through the glass. She was cold more often than not, anymore, and had taken to keeping her flat warmer than usual. But it wasn’t enough. So she wore sweaters and kept blankets within easy reach.
Curling unsteady hands around the large coffee mug Obi-Wan had given her as a gift some time ago, she took a long swallow of the steaming, potent beverage, before setting it on the windowsill, closing her eyes and resting her head against the arm of the window seat.
Fuck she was exhausted.
She’d made the mistake of sleeping, that first night after Obi-Wan had performed the exorcism that had freed her from the demon’s possession. She’d woken shrieking at the top of her lungs, and somehow made it to the bathroom before retching. There wasn’t anything in her stomach for her to LOSE except water, but the heaving wracked her body until she was exhausted, collapsed over the sink with the taste of bile on her tongue.
Since then she’d avoided sleep entirely. She was living on coffee, the strongest and most caffeinated she could brew; her appetite was nonexistent and she barely managed to keep the coffee down most of the time. And she managed that through sheer determination.
She was currently curled up in the window seat, dressed in a thick, overlarge sweater that belonged to Obi-Wan and a pair of loose cotton pants, with a warm blanket wrapped around her as she sat in the sunlight streaming through the glass. She was cold more often than not, anymore, and had taken to keeping her flat warmer than usual. But it wasn’t enough. So she wore sweaters and kept blankets within easy reach.
Curling unsteady hands around the large coffee mug Obi-Wan had given her as a gift some time ago, she took a long swallow of the steaming, potent beverage, before setting it on the windowsill, closing her eyes and resting her head against the arm of the window seat.
Fuck she was exhausted.