Trigger warning for brief mention of Suicide in the last paragraph.
She had slipped away from the safety of her home today. Looking for some sort of sanctuary outside of the Hollow's grasp. Sure she loved every protective moment spent with @
Veho or even small talk with @
Rook but sometimes she needed to breath. To find herself teetering on the edge of reality and the edge of fantasy was often nowadays. The pale woman wondered if this had been what Borden had felt like. Not ever sure what was what or who was who. While some days she appreciated it in the long run the pale woman knew this wouldn't work. Some sort of comfort came from knowing she still knew what was right and wrong. Perhaps the presence of her father, Hocus, had helped sort things out more. She could feel a part of herself coming back yet when she laid down at night she fought it. It was like she was trying to re-kill something that had already been dead for so long. One night she had remembered laying down and becoming so restless she crawled from her sleeping place. Finding herself late at night down by Jasper Rocks. The first thing that had cross her mind was to ask if she was going simply mad. Her mind had been in so many places that night she came close to seeking out Veho for some medical attention. After a while she had fought that feeling though. Without the help of anyone else.
It seemed things always came back to her. Tonight she felts herself more in a fantasy faze. Walking about looking for whatever it was that would calm herself. Yet she found the exact opposite. A voice so painful to hear that the pale woman zipped to a tree nearby.
“There’s no place fer yer t’ hide.” She was right. It seemed every Archer had a way of being right. Without anything to loose, as much she was loosing or had already lost, the pale Santoro came out from hiding. Her body already taking the role of submissive.
"He hates me, doesn't he? They both do." She answered her own questions whines coming out along the words.
"Everyone hates me? You hate me?" Piety was aware hate was a strong word but she was sure it was appropriate in this time. Without even a care to have the woman made her way to the ground. Laying on her back with stomach expose already. This wasn't a battle to be fought by the Santoro. She knew the world had already came crashing down around everyone once and knew it could do it again.
Death crossed the pale creature's mind often these last few days. It seemed simple at that point. Then no longer could she disappoint, anger, or hurt anyone. Through slit eyes Piety waited for the dark woman to be casting shadows over her. Taking in a deep shaky breath through tight lips the young woman spoke softly.
"If you wanna kill me do it." Oh if her father heard how she was talking right now.
"Just make sure they know I wanted to. I wanted to so I could escape." Closing her eyes fully now Piety braced herself. Ready for whatever she would be served. She
did deserve it.
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