[ That tickle at the edge, is shifting, becoming a soft beat. Almost familiar—is she supposed to remember it?—before something disrupts. Disjoints. Pulls her back. Not soft, not by choice, as easy as letting a breath out she never took, surfacing like a sigh. Instead, it's a rock dropped in a pond. A catastrophic cannonball. Startling suddenly from a full lack of shape at the event horizon crater to suddenly in this skin.
To the feeling of something touching her when no one would dare. (Even Kell keeps his distance unless she doesn't.) The sudden shadow of a hulking form bearing down over her. It's all impulse and a little of that self-defense she's been getting in class, as she suddenly reaches up to smack the offending hand from touching her, pushing herself hard into the bed (that gives so little), as her hand follows through from hitting the arm over her to colliding with the face above her, too.
Just as the air explodes, implodes, shudders through her, swirls of color and light, memories a thousand-fold—present-past and far-past, and newnewnnewnew—all too familiar forms slam into alarming clarity. Faces, and the matching voices—Rosa, and Jerry, and Amy, and Benji, and jackJackJACK—and that's the only word that makes it out, suddenly, too. And she's pushing up too fast, impossibility exploding into a thousand shards. In her vision, her head, her chest. Oh, no.] Jack?!
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To the feeling of something touching her when no one would dare. (Even Kell keeps his distance unless she doesn't.) The sudden shadow of a hulking form bearing down over her. It's all impulse and a little of that self-defense she's been getting in class, as she suddenly reaches up to smack the offending hand from touching her, pushing herself hard into the bed (that gives so little), as her hand follows through from hitting the arm over her to colliding with the face above her, too.
Just as the air explodes, implodes, shudders through her, swirls of color and light, memories a thousand-fold—present-past and far-past, and newnewnnewnew—all too familiar forms slam into alarming clarity. Faces, and the matching voices—Rosa, and Jerry, and Amy, and Benji, and jackJackJACK—and that's the only word that makes it out, suddenly, too. And she's pushing up too fast, impossibility exploding into a thousand shards. In her vision, her head, her chest. Oh, no. ] Jack?!