[After what happened at the party, Christine knows she should stay in bed. If not just for her safety, but so that no one around her has to be burdened by her once again.
She really was trying to help save everyone. Funny how one slip of the tongue made everyone more miserable. And she thought no one wanted to listen to her anymore...
She's exhausted when she clambers out of bed, and hot, hot enough to leave her cloak behind. She whispers a quiet apology to Red and hopes the cloak can protect her from a distance.
She can be found in the kitchen trying to make herself a cup of tea with shaking hands. She pointedly ignores the knife block, even when something above it catches her eye. For a moment, she looks unnaturally calm... but then she shakes her head.]
Don't... I'm not thinking like that again. It won't fix anything. It won't!
[After that, she takes back to the hall. She hopes desperately that no one will leave their rooms, because she doesn't think she can make it up the stairs. She's too dizzy for that, and she has to cling to the wall.
But there's an intense fire in her eyes as she continues walking, as if pushing herself through quicksand. Something is holding her back, but she won't let it anymore.]
You're gonna have to do better than fear, You're gonna have to step out of the shadows and fight. And when they see your face again, They will know what it means, To have fear dragged out into the light...
[She pauses suddenly, unable to walk any further, her legs and hands, everything shaking, but she raises her head up and shouts out at the electric ghost that won't leave her be, one more determined battle cry from a girl that's only been in imagined battles before.]
Drag it out!
[Her words are followed by a pained scream, her back arching, and she collapses onto the ground. That's... fine. She just needs a rest.]
cw; sickness, hallucinations, imagined electric shocks, suicide mention
She really was trying to help save everyone. Funny how one slip of the tongue made everyone more miserable. And she thought no one wanted to listen to her anymore...
She's exhausted when she clambers out of bed, and hot, hot enough to leave her cloak behind. She whispers a quiet apology to Red and hopes the cloak can protect her from a distance.
She can be found in the kitchen trying to make herself a cup of tea with shaking hands. She pointedly ignores the knife block, even when something above it catches her eye. For a moment, she looks unnaturally calm... but then she shakes her head.]
Don't... I'm not thinking like that again. It won't fix anything. It won't!
[After that, she takes back to the hall. She hopes desperately that no one will leave their rooms, because she doesn't think she can make it up the stairs. She's too dizzy for that, and she has to cling to the wall.
But there's an intense fire in her eyes as she continues walking, as if pushing herself through quicksand. Something is holding her back, but she won't let it anymore.]
You're gonna have to do better than fear,
You're gonna have to step out of the shadows and fight.
And when they see your face again,
They will know what it means,
To have fear dragged out into the light...
[She pauses suddenly, unable to walk any further, her legs and hands, everything shaking, but she raises her head up and shouts out at the electric ghost that won't leave her be, one more determined battle cry from a girl that's only been in imagined battles before.]
Drag it out!
[Her words are followed by a pained scream, her back arching, and she collapses onto the ground. That's... fine. She just needs a rest.]