Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-40269172-20191111003449/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191113033259

Scarlett dreamed she was in a glass box, slowly suffocating, while Gemma watched and laughed. She woke up in a cold sweat, and was dismayed to find that not much time had past. She was hoping that she had at least killed some time.

She walked out of the bedroom, and went to the living room to collect her phone. She returned to the dusty old room, and sat back down on the bed, setting the phone carefully down in front of her, and staring at it, as if that would make it work again.

Frustrated tears stung her eyes. Why her? Why?!?! She threw the phone against the wall, and stomped on it for good measure. She sank to the ground, and picked up the phone, staring at the shattered screen.

Scarlett admitted it to herself-- she was scared. She was in a house with a bunch of strangers, having been kidnapped and placed there, had no contact with the outside world, learned that there were a bunch of different species that all considered her stupid, and she was in a situation that she couldn't insult or fight her way out of. And because she was so scared, the facade she had spent so much time perfecting was cracking. And it terrified her. If they saw who she really was-- scared, vulnerable, broken-- then they would hurt her.

What Scarlett wanted to do more than anything, was break down and curl up in to a ball, and just cry. But that was weakness. And Scarlett wouldn't let anyone see hers. So she gave herself a good, hard pinch, and stood up.

-Chloe