[ she doesn't see the way he bleeds for her, the way he does anything to help her. she doesn't understand that he needs her to survive, needs a win for himself, as much as he needs to save her for her sake. she was brought here ill-prepared, she has little protection against the cold except for her body and the simple jacket she wears.
teeth chattering, she pushes on against the blinding cold, the chill now seeping down to her bones, so it feels like. it reminds of her of when she woke up after katherine smothered her with a pillow. that feeling, the one that told her she may never feel warm again.
she can hear the sounds on the device but her shivering fingers are curled too tightly to adjust her grip and look at what he's doing. she knows he's figuring a way out. and she trudges down the street until she sees the mailbox, heading towards the house with a shivering sigh.
she hears her name and she nods, at his instructions, barely hearing them before she starts to circle around the house. at first, there's no way underneath the porch. a lattice made of wood surrounds the length of it. shivering, she realizes her feet are too numb to care so finally, she kicks.
and kicks.
kicks until the wood splinters. she drops to her knees as she's given a second wind, desperation forcing her to find a way to survive. she pulls at the wood, gasping and panting, letting out soft yells of frustration at the splinters as they press into her skin. she shifts and moves to sit on her ass, kicking the wood again and again until the hole is big enough for her to crawl through, reaching for her discarded device, feeling even more frozen than before.] W-Where? Where do I go?
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teeth chattering, she pushes on against the blinding cold, the chill now seeping down to her bones, so it feels like. it reminds of her of when she woke up after katherine smothered her with a pillow. that feeling, the one that told her she may never feel warm again.
she can hear the sounds on the device but her shivering fingers are curled too tightly to adjust her grip and look at what he's doing. she knows he's figuring a way out. and she trudges down the street until she sees the mailbox, heading towards the house with a shivering sigh.
she hears her name and she nods, at his instructions, barely hearing them before she starts to circle around the house. at first, there's no way underneath the porch. a lattice made of wood surrounds the length of it. shivering, she realizes her feet are too numb to care so finally, she kicks.
and kicks.
kicks until the wood splinters. she drops to her knees as she's given a second wind, desperation forcing her to find a way to survive. she pulls at the wood, gasping and panting, letting out soft yells of frustration at the splinters as they press into her skin. she shifts and moves to sit on her ass, kicking the wood again and again until the hole is big enough for her to crawl through, reaching for her discarded device, feeling even more frozen than before.] W-Where? Where do I go?