Post by AVA GREENE on Jul 13, 2016 19:57:00 GMT -6
in the game of mercy
when one kid cries out, the other one listens and the pain stops.
Don't you with it was that easy now? It's not a game anymore and we're not kids. You can cry mercy all you want, but no one is listening. It's just you,
screaming into the void
Don't you with it was that easy now? It's not a game anymore and we're not kids. You can cry mercy all you want, but no one is listening. It's just you,
screaming into the void
Ava opened her eyes, and was surprised to see Diego so close to her face. She blinked in surprise and fought back the urge to lean away in surprise, figuring from the intense look of concern o his face that retreating from him might have been a bad idea. "Diego, what's wrong? Are you alright? What happened to your face" She asked, gently touching the deep claw like scratches on his face, not understanding why he looked so upset or even why he was there at all. Instead of asking, he asked her what her name was. She laughed and then tried to repeat her question, but he pressed her again, demanding her name. She responded, "Ava... Greene? Same as it's always been." He then asked her the year, and the date, and she told him. Diego nodded to himself, and asked her a few more questions- what was her birthday, the name of her ex husband, her sister, her best friend, and the name of the stop she worked at. She answered all of his question, confusion growing with each one, up until he asked her what she'd done that day. "I... Well, I.. put in a few hours at the shop... I was going to go to your house, to say hello..." but then she couldn't remember. It was like the second she'd decided to go see Diego, her memory instantly blanked. She asked Diego again what was going on, but he simply got off the bed they'd been sitting in and left their hotel room with only an "I'm so sorry," and nothing else.
Ava leaped up to go after him, but then she noticed the soreness in her limbs, and how heavy they felt. She looked down at her body, and there were the beginnings of bruises forming on her arms. She went to the bathroom, gasped at the sight of blood on the floor, and then was enraptured by the reflection in the mirror, almost forgetting the horror scene in front of her. Ava brought herself up close to the giant mirror and examined the gash on her cheek, but was more interested in the deep bruising that had already formed around her neck, and would undoubtedly get darker. What on earth had happened? And why couldn't she remember any of it?
The little wiccan had, of course, tried to contact Diego a thousand times since then. She'd called, texted, and even shown up at his family's house to try and see him, but had been met with a stone wall. When any of his siblings answered the door, they refused to allow Ava inside, telling her that Diego was out of town visiting family. After a few times, Shae had finally asked Ava not to come back, promising that if there was anything wrong with Diego he would be taken care of by his family, an emphasis made clearly to Ava to make sure she knew that she was excluded from that group in Diego's life. Although Shae seemed firm and kind of standoffish, Ava could see it made the woman sad to have to enforce such a wall between her family an Ava. Still, Ava respected it, receiving the message finally loud and clear that Diego wanted nothing to do with her. It had brought tears to her eyes when she finally admitted it to herself, the thought breaking her heart.
Theo had taken her into the home he was renting and demanded she stay there, no longer feeling comfortable with leaving his best friend in the creepy ass hotel with the unfavorable reputation. Eventually she'd given into his badgering, moving in her stuff into Jack & Jill guest bedroom set up he had there. The first few days she'd stayed in there silently brooding the situation with Diego, but had finally gone to see Faith, waiving off his concerns as he got all fired up at the fading bruises adorning the areas she had trouble covering up. Ava had done her best to resume life as normal, and had succeeded except for the part where Diego constantly invaded her thoughts.
There was a children's playground a block or two from the flower shop Ava worked at. She often visited it during the busy hours, after three or so when the children got out of school. No one really ever looked at her funny when she hopped around with the kiddos there, probably just seeing her bubble gum hair and figuring she was either special or just an eight year old in an adult woman's body. Today, though, today no one was there. It had rained earlier that day, the sky turning the sand five shades darker and causing the swing set to creak eerily in the wind, the whole park abandoned by the children after the rain. She arrived there at her normal time, brushing off the water on one of the swing sets as best she was able, and just choosing to swing by herself, observing the silence around her. Although Ava would have preferred the laughter of children surrounding her, there was something peaceful about the silence that enveloped the scene.
Once again her thoughts turned to Diego, as they so often did, but this time she thought of him and his whole family, all of those people. She pictured them as children, which Shae as their psuedo mother, climbing and running and falling on that playground, blissful children, unaware yet of the difficulties their lives would become, all except Shae. Something about the thought of all of those little siblings running a muck made her smile, made the ache in her heart that had formed wen her own child had been lost punch at her a little. Life was better on a playground... she wished they, all of them, had never been forced to go home.
||TAG:DIEGO SANTIAGO ||WORD COUNT: 1156 ||CLOTHES ||
||NOTES: so i filled in some blanks and made a thing or two up... hope it's all alright
Ava leaped up to go after him, but then she noticed the soreness in her limbs, and how heavy they felt. She looked down at her body, and there were the beginnings of bruises forming on her arms. She went to the bathroom, gasped at the sight of blood on the floor, and then was enraptured by the reflection in the mirror, almost forgetting the horror scene in front of her. Ava brought herself up close to the giant mirror and examined the gash on her cheek, but was more interested in the deep bruising that had already formed around her neck, and would undoubtedly get darker. What on earth had happened? And why couldn't she remember any of it?
***
It had nearly been two weeks since she'd last seen Diego, and had gotten no further as far as answers went too what had happened in the hotel room. She could tell that whatever had happened wasn't a blackout caused by alchohol, and it didn't seem like something cause by trauma, either. The lack of memory wasn't just a panic and then a sudden lack of time... it was like, things had been blurred around the edges, like someone had gone at it with an eraser and had left a small trail where it would then finally disappear. Ava had experience with altered memory, especially her own given her ability to feel the past through articles of clothing, so she had the impression that that bit of her memory was not clocked out... it had been removed. It was only a suspicion, of course, but she was pretty confident in that theory. She had no idea what abilities Diego possessed, and had in fact never asked, but worried as to why he might have taken her mind from her.The little wiccan had, of course, tried to contact Diego a thousand times since then. She'd called, texted, and even shown up at his family's house to try and see him, but had been met with a stone wall. When any of his siblings answered the door, they refused to allow Ava inside, telling her that Diego was out of town visiting family. After a few times, Shae had finally asked Ava not to come back, promising that if there was anything wrong with Diego he would be taken care of by his family, an emphasis made clearly to Ava to make sure she knew that she was excluded from that group in Diego's life. Although Shae seemed firm and kind of standoffish, Ava could see it made the woman sad to have to enforce such a wall between her family an Ava. Still, Ava respected it, receiving the message finally loud and clear that Diego wanted nothing to do with her. It had brought tears to her eyes when she finally admitted it to herself, the thought breaking her heart.
Theo had taken her into the home he was renting and demanded she stay there, no longer feeling comfortable with leaving his best friend in the creepy ass hotel with the unfavorable reputation. Eventually she'd given into his badgering, moving in her stuff into Jack & Jill guest bedroom set up he had there. The first few days she'd stayed in there silently brooding the situation with Diego, but had finally gone to see Faith, waiving off his concerns as he got all fired up at the fading bruises adorning the areas she had trouble covering up. Ava had done her best to resume life as normal, and had succeeded except for the part where Diego constantly invaded her thoughts.
There was a children's playground a block or two from the flower shop Ava worked at. She often visited it during the busy hours, after three or so when the children got out of school. No one really ever looked at her funny when she hopped around with the kiddos there, probably just seeing her bubble gum hair and figuring she was either special or just an eight year old in an adult woman's body. Today, though, today no one was there. It had rained earlier that day, the sky turning the sand five shades darker and causing the swing set to creak eerily in the wind, the whole park abandoned by the children after the rain. She arrived there at her normal time, brushing off the water on one of the swing sets as best she was able, and just choosing to swing by herself, observing the silence around her. Although Ava would have preferred the laughter of children surrounding her, there was something peaceful about the silence that enveloped the scene.
Once again her thoughts turned to Diego, as they so often did, but this time she thought of him and his whole family, all of those people. She pictured them as children, which Shae as their psuedo mother, climbing and running and falling on that playground, blissful children, unaware yet of the difficulties their lives would become, all except Shae. Something about the thought of all of those little siblings running a muck made her smile, made the ache in her heart that had formed wen her own child had been lost punch at her a little. Life was better on a playground... she wished they, all of them, had never been forced to go home.
||TAG:DIEGO SANTIAGO ||WORD COUNT: 1156 ||CLOTHES ||
||NOTES: so i filled in some blanks and made a thing or two up... hope it's all alright
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