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I'm just some crazy reclusive girl. If you really want to know more about me, just ask. ^.~

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The crew?
I see. o.o

I think the time in captivity has broken Eva's mind...
Eventually, the water became too cold, and I gave up on falling asleep in the tub. I quickly washed myself - there was no point in not getting clean since I was already in the tub - and, when I was done, drained the water. I found it surprisingly difficult to get out of the tub... my legs were so, so weak. I had to lean my hand against the wall, letting it support some of my weight, in order to exit the bathroom and arrive in my bed. I pulled on a tanktop and a pair of pajama pants then curled up in my lovely, warm bed. It would feel quite nice to sleep here! My hair was wet and an utter mess, but I was unconcerned with my looks. At least, I could sleep again. Within a minute, I was out cold.
Hmm... I wonder if Eva's powers will ever increase. It would be really fun to play a Gifted serial killer. o.o
I know! I'm really creative, aren't I?
I'm a little bit tied up at the moment. o.o
Was the guard's punishment supposed to... please me?

Despite my reluctance, I had to admit that it felt quite nice to take a warm bath. I was almost embarrassed by how unhygienic I had become. But another part of me - the more influential part - thought it would be a good idea to try to use Vivian's absence to its advantage. I didn't want to go back to having to deal with people. In the end, people would only hurt me. So I dunked my head under the water, not bothering to hold my breath.

Immediately, I coughed, and a burning sensation arose in my throat. Out of its natural instincts, my body pulled my head out of the water, and I choked out liquid. Apparently, I was too weak to kill myself this way.

I leaned back, trying to relax. Maybe I could just sleep here...
Was I... hallucinating?

Vivian was alive! Yet despite the fact despite I had grown attached to her, despite the fact that I was being released, a feeling of dread was rising in my heart.

"Wait," I said, my voice barely audible. "Just... take me back. I want to go sleep. Nothing bad happens to me when I'm asleep. So please just put me back and give me the drugs again..."

I was sick of the ups and the downs, sick of life. If they weren't gonna let me die, they could at least let me sleep. No one but Vivian cared about me anyway.
O.O

SO. MEAN.
I looked around desperately, helplessly, wanting to put an end to this lucidity.

I had no idea how long I had been out. Months? A year? My arms were still hopelessly encased within my straitjacket. Why the fuck would they let me wake up? It would be better for everyone if I just went back to sleep. Judging by how I had been treated, Vivian was probably dead. I was alone.

For a moment, I tried to put up a fight, tried to struggle to escape my bonds, before realizing just how pointless my efforts were. I felt so, so weak. Even thinking about it felt like a tremendous task. Why wouldn't I just fall back asleep?

"I'm awake," I yelled. Or, at least, I tried to yell. My words were so faint that even I could barely hear them. How long had it been since I last spoken? My last attempt was the day I was captured, when I was frantically trying to explain the situation to the guards before they knocked me out, hadn't it?

I breathed deeply, tried to relax my mind. It didn't matter. The only important thing was that I needed to go back to sleep.
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