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[h1][color=palevioletred]Zoe Fletcher[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=silver]𝕎𝕖𝕕: 𝕆𝕔𝕥. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘   / /   𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕀𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕   / /   𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖   / /  ~𝟘𝟝𝟛𝟝[/color][/center][hr]

Zoe couldn't really comprehend the sight of the water rushing towards them - her mind unable to accept the complete and utter terror of such a concept. She was frozen, completely frozen in fear, without even the presence of mind to hold her breath. Too afraid to even scream, or do anything at all to protect herself.

When the water hit, her mind went blank, the air knocked out of her by... something. It didn't matter, she wouldn't couldn't pay attention to it as the water surrounded her. Strong, far too strong, lifting, pushing, rushing--

She was helpless, [i]helpless[/i] to do anything. It burned, burned her throat, her eyes, her lungs, clawing aching terror and there was nothing she could do. The weight, pushing her down, her inability to escape... no, she wasn't that, wasn't there, it wasn't the same, she knew on some level that was long in the past, but rationality had fallen by the wayside.

Gone was the resolve, the determination that had pushed her so far. It was wrong, she was wrong, she was sorrysorry[b]sorry[/b] but it didn't stop. Her pride, her confidence... lies, all of it. [color=palevioletred][i]You're still that same scared little girl, aren't you?[/i][/color] And she should have done something about it, stood strong, proven that Zoe Fletcher was no coward, but the panic overrode everything else.

She landed hard, and something snapped. There was an odd numbness as she looked down at her wrist, a numb tingling ache that exploded into cutting, searing pain the moment she tried to move even one finger. [color=palevioletred][i]Broken?[/i][/color] Her breath came in shuddering gasps, hysteria and fear etched onto her face. [color=palevioletred][i]Broken![/i][/color] So-- so appropriate, for the situation, for the pathetic little worthless mess that she pretended not to be.

There were tears on her face, though she hadn't noticed. She wasn't paying much attention to anything, really, but there was something missing. Something she was supposed to remember, right? It had faded. Maybe that was why things were like this. [color=palevioletred]"I'm sorry."[/color] Mumbling under her breath as she shut down, as everything shut down. [color=palevioletred]"I'll fix it. It's fine, everything's fine, you don't need to-- I'm sorry."[/color]

What was that, at the back of her mind? Blood. Blood and fear, skin splitting and bone shattering, organs spilling onto the dirt. A laugh, mixed with a sob, bubbled up between shattered, shuddering coughs. It felt good, she felt strong, so she chased it. The images felt good, felt powerful. It would be better, if she felt strong. Pain lanced through her arm as her fingers twitched, the smile on her face so at odds with the situation. Everything would be fixed. All better, right?

She wasn't thinking, as she chased that feeling. The voice of reason at the back of her mind -[color=palevioletred][i]you said you'd be better[/i][/color] - was too faint for her to even take notice. The corpse on top of her melted away, gone quickly, but the panic didn't disappear completely. There was still a little of the feeling there, so she made it stronger, her breath catching. More. [b]More[/b].

The rush was unbelievable, yet familiar. She shivered, paying no attention to the others. Others, that was right. There was part of her screaming to stop, but stopping would mean going back to the terror, to the fear, to being a helpless, pathetic little [i]child[/i] who couldn't take control of anything. She didn't know why she'd want to give up the feeling, barely registering anything from her haze of panic.

She didn't even realise where her rush was coming from as Kusari began to rot from the inside out.