[Center][color=F0E68C][h2]Friday, September 5th, 20XX ? ? ?[/h2][/color][/Center] [hr] Lindy's eyes slowly opened as she stirred from her apparent slumber; Hearing the sounds of rain, and the light creaking of a rocking chair. Everything felt so light; Like she was floating, in a way. Without a care in the world aside from the comfort she felt at this very moment. But a natural instinct in her caused her to be wary; Her eyes managed to widen, and allow her a view of the room around her. It looked familiar. It looked like home. Lindy shifted in the chair, pulling herself to her feet in a heavy, slow motion. As she hit the ground, things suddenly felt... Taller? When she observed herself, she was, indeed, shorter. Or maybe she was never taller? She felt the cute baby-blue sleeping gown she wore, recalling it well: It was something she wore years ago. Many years ago. Small feet waddling forward in bunny-slippers, she explored the room with curiosity; Feeling the furniture, looking at books on the small coffee tables, and simply taking in the atmosphere. It was so strange; She remembered a hospital, and her being super strong... Punching through a vending machine like it was nothing. Was it a bad dream? Maybe. Why was she down here, alone? Her room was upstairs. Her parents always carried her to bed, before: So why not tonight of all nights? Especially with rain? [center][sub][i][b]"Daddy? Momma?"[/b][/i][/sub][/center] The sound wasn't heavy, but it did catch her ears; Lindy looked up towards the stairs, hearing a voice that instinctively drove her towards it. Each step up the stairs was a trial, her small legs barely lifting high enough to go up each step; But she managed. She looked left and right, trying to find the source of the noise. If she had to guess, it might've been from... [center][sub][i][b]"Mommy? Daddy!"[/b][/i][/sub][/center] To the left... Her room, of course. She carried herself forward; Approaching the door. She reached upwards, but damn it, the knob was too high up. She could still hear the words coming from behind the door, but couldn't get in normally. What to do? Go get a chair? That sounded hard... Wait a second. Slowly, she reeled back her tiny hand: Before throwing it forward and crashing it through the door, causing whoever was on the other side to gasp in surprise. She pulled her fist back, and punched again. And again. And again, until there was space enough for her to walk through. [center][sub][i][b]"Who are you? What are you doing here?!"[/b][/i][/sub][/center] No... What was [i]she[/i] doing here? This was her room, not whoever was in her bed, calling for her parents. A fake, a horrible fake. She continued to walk forward. [center][sub][i][b]"Mommy! Daddy! There's a monster!"[/b][/i][/sub][/center] Monster? There wasn't a monster here; Unless it was this faking creature. Lindy knew she was right; She knew this thing wasn't her. It laid in bed, crying, pretending to be her. She wouldn't allow that. So she climbed the bed, watching the faker recoil and scream. [center][sub][i][b]"Get away from me!"[/b][/i][/sub][/center] No. Lindy wasn't going anywhere. [center][sub][i][b]"You're a monster! You're not me!"[/b][/i][/sub][/center] No, [i]she[/i] was the monster! She was trying to play mindgames; Lindy wouldn't allow it. Whatever this thing was, it had to be removed; One way, or another. There wasn't room for two Lindy's to share this bed. What did this weak and pathetic one think it could do? Stop her? That's a pathetic thought. Lindy grabbed her fake. [center][sub][i][b]"Please, stop!"[/b][/i][/sub][/center] Lindy's grip tightened. [center][sub][sub][i][b]"Please...?"[/b][/i][/sub][/sub][/center] Tighter... [hr] [hr] [hr] [hr] [hr] [hr] [hr] [hr] [hr] [hr] [hr] [hr] [hr] [hr] [Center][color=F0E68C][h2]Friday, September 5th, 20XX Greenwich Hospital, New York City, NY[/h2][/color][/Center] [hr] [color=F0E68C][i][b]"Stop!"[/b][/i][/color] Lindy shouted, shooting back awake from her momentary faint; Sweat pouring down her face as she quickly gathered what her surroundings were: Hospital. Above the ground. She saw that girl that was comforting her earlier; But Lindy felt more elevated to her height right now. Looking up, she made eye contact with him; A man, carrying her. Lindy felt vulnerable, noting the gown she was wearing; It caused her to look down, and see blood: Slight blood on her gown, and a similar red on her hand, despite there not being any wound. Her brain wasn't able to process what was going on; There was too much to follow, and she felt so lost. All she remembered was the fear; The fear of her strength she used on the vending machine still in viewing distance. [color=F0E68C]"Wh-What happened? I was just sitting over by that wall a minute ago!"[/color] She questioned, voice squeaking slightly from the confusion. It would appear that whatever her freakout was, she wasn't aware of it: Or even aware of the freakout happening at all. Instead of screaming or dead-silent as she momentarily was, she was back to scared, and confused. It wasn't intentional, maybe instinctive: She gripped the clothing of the man holding her, wanting answers. It was like she faded out of existence and ended up in his arms; That was way too weird to pile on with what else was already happening! [sub][color=F0E68C]"A-And the blood: Why is there blood on me?!"[/color][/sub] She asked more quietly, biting her lip.