Thread: Scaremonger (Mr Quixotic & Lait)

This was trauma at it's finest. More clothes she now had to burn too... The grass in her backyard really couldn't handle it anymore, not that it looked anything like grass anymore. After walking two and a half hours back home with nothing but the moon and occasional headlights giving her refuge as light the first thing she did was lean her back against her front door and cry her eyes out wailing like a child in the silence of her home. No one to comfort her or tell her it was alright and that she'd done the right thing to protect herself. But knowing the mechanics of the Eden police there was no way in hell she'd come out alive. Azairah cried and cried, make-up ruined, running and smeared all over her beautiful face and finally as she took a moment to regain herself she looked down and only to see dried, dark blood over herself. Her fingers, ran over the buttons of her coat, then blouse before standing in nothing but her bra and skirt. There was no other way to get the sweat and tears and blood off her than taking a shower. The blood had even soaked through the coat and blouse and had ended up on her bra and chest. A part of her cringed, growing nauseous again only this time not being able to hold it down. Sprinting down the hall into the guest bathroom, Zai hurled whatever her stomach managed to find after not eating for nearly a week. It burned... so bad and the longer she thought about it the more if felt like she wanted to rip her skin off. Standing up and wiping her mouth, she ascending up stairs to her room and dropped every article of clothing to the floor. Removing her skirt and the rest of her undergarments was when she realized in the nude just how much blood their was. The warmth that'd caressed her at each jolting stab she made. A part of her- just a small morsel of her didn't regret it not one bit, allowing her to remember how good it felt to finally hurt someone. Physically. Azairah couldn't say blood was a good look on her but that deep, dark part of her said otherwise and to work it. There was no time to marvel at the fact she was covered in dried blood anymore. She wanted it off and she wanted it off quickly. Hot showers did wonders usually, but that night it felt like she just wanted it to melt her skin off. Still rerunning the possibilities of the body being found, investigated and having to meet that son of a bitch Brock again, going to jail or in fact something much worse considering it was Brock Douglas we were talking about. She'd only been in his presence for a short amount of time and she already knew what 'power' and authority he had. After finally getting the blood from under her nails and out of her hair and anywhere it it could have possibly have been hiding, she took place on her bed. There was no way in hell she was going to get any sleep that night anyways... Distract yourself... Easier said than done. After a moment of just trying to remember how to breathe like a human being, pacing back and forth and finally just making tea, Zai pulled her laptop up against her lap, lighting up in the dimness of her room. First thing was to get all the emails out of the way before she could actually relax since work was always brought home because somewhere, somehow someone had always fucked something up. Clicking the little email icon at the bottom of her task bar, a new page came up, eyes skimming over the piles of mail and mid way something different, other than the long subjects came one that caught her eye. Don't be a afraid...? she questioned softly. It had to have been those old school chain letters that had to be forwarded or something bad would happen. Rethinking about deleting it, she clicked, taking a sip of her tea. All in a matter of moments, just hoping and pray what happened that night was just something that came out of a terrible horror film, came back with just four words out of the whole message. 'I was there, Azairah.' There came the all too familiar nauseous feeling. It was like her heart was in her throat as she suddenly sat up straight. Hitting reply and getting ready to type an infuriating reply, it took her a minute to think of not provoking said 'Anon'. What if they- probably a male was looking to black mail her secretly? Zai sat there a moment, trying to analyze the situation, thinking of all that would go wrong replying to the Anon. For one if he was some computer genus, he'd track her down and come to her home and probably rape her just like everyone apparently wanted to. Holy fuck. she cursed loudly. The thought never occurred to her that there was possibility of someone watching. Just her luck. Not a soul was there watching her when she was being attacked by Cole, go figure someone would be there when it was her doing the deed. That infuriated her and immediately her fingers began typing. TO anon666 FROM a.damicixxxxxx.com Subject RE Don't be afraid. I didn't ask for your sympathy. I didn't ask for your approval on whether I did the right thing or not. I don't feel remorse. No I don't feel any amount of pity- Okay, okay, back it up Zai, she said frantically running her fingers through her damp, brown hair. How was she to even answer an email like this? Zai chewed against her nail nervously... Maybe it was someone who wanted to get back at her, someone she happened to do something back to. Revenge was a sweet motherfucker. Azairah would know. She was practically drowning herself in it. But who did things like that? Who messages someone like this? How did this person even get her email address? That alone led her to believe that they probably had the source to get the rest of her information. Azairah took a heavy, long breath out that she didn't realize she'd been holding in and turned to her window, curtains moving in the quiet, cool breeze. Abruptly she stood, slamming her laptop shut and moved to the open windows. Close them. Lock them. Check all the rooms. These were the stressful moments that you only saw on TV and didn't think actually happen in real life. But for Azairah it was so bright and clear and in her face and wouldn't leave her alone. Sleeping was impossible that night. Tossing, turning, trembling, traumatizing and she'd already done in four of her perfectly manicured nails through picking and pulling. By the time it was morning she'd only managed to get in two hours of sleeping before the vivid images returned to her. The orange sun had shown itself through the lace and sheer curtains at her window though she was wide awake, thinking of what it was she could say to her anonymous email all while a part of her had actually thought of trying to silence her anon. Zai did it once, she could obviously do it again. Sitting up slowly, Azairah pinched the bridge of her nose, irritated and grateful it was Saturday. It at least gave her a day to soak in what the actual hell was happening. With her laptop beside her she opened it up once more, the screen coming to life, in the same place, with the same message looking at her. Sleeping well if people called two hours sleep had given her a chance to think of what she wanted to say. There was no doubt that she'd still been jumpy from the whole situation but there was no time to let it get to her. Either they caught her or they didn't and deep down she prayed no one would. Clearing the message of her previous anger she began to type TO anon666 FROM a.damicixxxxxx.com Subject RE Don't be afraid. Why help me..? What benefit do you get from it? Sending...... Sending........ Your message has been sent! Of all the things she could say through the hurt, rage, pain, depression- you name it, Azairah couldn't only seem to ask one question. Why? Why was everything happening to her? Was it a test? Was this only something she alone could handle? Was the universe preparing something bigger for her? Why? That was all she wanted to know from the the start. Why the things that were happening, were happening to her specifically. There were seven billion people in the world and it had to be her.