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Post by Nicole "Niki" Sanders on Mar 9, 2007 3:11:50 GMT -5
It had been so long since she had heard silence. True silence. No psychotic whispers in the darkness, no movement in shiny objects when she turned her head--no shiny objects in which to see it. It was strangely calming, in that full-body serenity kind of way.
Of course, it was most likely the serenity drew from the massive amount of drugs currently coursing through her system, that were most likely dependancy-building. Although it wasn't like she was going anywhere any time soon, so it didn't really matter.
But God, how she could go for a cup of coffee right about now. Not that she really needed any more drugs in her system...unless she was becoming a junkie.
Great. From psycho mom to insane junkie. Man, was she moving up in life.
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Silence
Mar 10, 2007 4:27:29 GMT -5
Post by Nicole "Niki" Sanders on Mar 10, 2007 4:27:29 GMT -5
Pathetic. I really can't believe that she did this, especially when we were so close to finally getting DL out of the picture once and for all. Now we're here, and Micah's in his care. Not for long, though. I don't know how, or care, but somehow, I'm getting her son away from him. This is only a minor setback.
How could she do this, anyway? She wanted to kill him just as much as I did. Maybe not on a level that she could feel, but I knew. She can't hide it from me. I know her. She's weaker than I previously thought. Weak and confused. If we were in war, she would have died a long time ago.
She thinks these drugs are controlling her. She's wrong, and I think she knows it. I'm just biding my time until I can get at him again. Time to remind her.
I walk slowly toward her semi-unconscious form, and brush my hand slowly over her face. "Nikki....."
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Silence
Mar 15, 2007 1:14:29 GMT -5
Post by Nicole "Niki" Sanders on Mar 15, 2007 1:14:29 GMT -5
A ghost of a disgusted shudder passed through her at the (half?) imagined hand on her cheek, but she refused to respond to the haunting voice that echoed mockingly in her ears.
Desperate tears formed in her eyes as she shook her head, and deliberately looked in the other direction. "No...." She wasn't sure if she'd spoken it or thought it, but she forced herself to continue, more firmly, more forcefully. "You can't be here. Go away."
Maybe if she made enough noise the orderlies would come and increase her dose and make her tormenter go away again...maybe forever.
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Silence
Mar 16, 2007 3:44:39 GMT -5
Post by Nicole "Niki" Sanders on Mar 16, 2007 3:44:39 GMT -5
"Oh, stop sniveling, Niki," I said to her, letting my disgust for her ring in my voice. "You know that I'll always be here in your mind, waiting for you to slip up. Besisdes, with how strung up you are right now, it only makes it that much easier."
Her last train of thought hit me. I snorted. "Go ahead. Make all the noise you want. It won't do anything, and you know it. Right now, they think you're as mad as a hatter. All they'll do is put you out. And when you're out, It'll be my turn to come out and play."
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Silence
Mar 17, 2007 6:36:31 GMT -5
Post by Nicole "Niki" Sanders on Mar 17, 2007 6:36:31 GMT -5
She shivered at the thought of the thing claiming to be her sister taking over--of what it might do to the guards and orderlies and the innocents and D.L. and Micah and...she shook her head firmly, but there was a desperation shimmering in the unshed tears forming in her eyes.
"I won't let you." She hissed, forcing herself to look toward her so-called 'alter ego'. "I won't let you hurt the people I love. Not anymore."
She would have struggled to her feet, but most of the feeling in her legs was gone, courtesy of the drugs, so she simply bit the inside of her lip, and willed away the helpless tears that demanded their place on her cheeks.
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