Thread: Seven minds. One body. (Rskde x SketchyEquine)

Bree tensed up when his eyes met hers and she quickly looked away. Shit. Shit. Shit. He caught you staring. She thought to herself as her hands suddenly gripped her knees tightly. She had obviously never seen the man before so she had no idea what he was in for. That combined with the fact he seemed to weigh probably twice what she did made him a major threat for her. He could easily take her out just for looking at him funny. Damnit, Bree. Wendy muttered inside her head. Youre the original. Why do I have to do everything for you all the time? This guy is about to kill you because you couldnt keep your eyes low like I told you to. Its okay, Wendy. I dont need you right now. Go back to sleep. The whispered, head turned towards the window som that no one could see her talking to herself. That was definitely a surefire sign that she was batshit. Wendy would have loved to take the body and use it to throw a ew punches at the man who dare hone in on her like that. As far as Wendy was concerned, men were dangerous. Both Brees father and ex boyfriend had beat the sit out of her and Wendy had spilled their blood for it. As a result she no longer wanted Bree to have anything to do with anyone who could hurt her. If anyone tried surely more blood would be spilled. All seven of Brees identities were formed to fulfill a need. Wendy was there to protect her. Sarah was there to keep her out of situations that would get her in trouble. Christine allowed for Bree to fulfill her sexual desires and have a release. Richard allowed for a way to expel pent up anger and rage. Kaitlin got Bree through school so that Brees parents wouldnt have another reason to hit her. Bertha was the support and comfort that a normal persons mother would have provided. Bree was a little bit of all of them, but she was mostly just a broken, fragmented girl who had been screwed over by the fate of the universe. Her brain was broken. Her body had been broken. She had seen and felt things that no one else on the planet would ever truly understand. Trauma. Trauma was what had made one person into seven. When the man finally got close to her, Bree looked up at him. Good morning. She spoke up, her southern drawl filling the space between them. Unlike him her voice was very flavorful making her sound almost foreign in comparison. She could thank growing up in Texas for that. Her jaw tensed causing her masseter muscle to bulge a bit as she looked up into his eyes. Deep within her Christine was brooding and already plotting to jump the mans bone. He was the first good looking thing the slut had seen the whole time she had been locked up, by Bree managed to keep her at bay at least for now. However, they both knew that eventually Christine would overpower Bree and take over the body for some fun. Well That should be obvious. Bree let out a little laugh. Im crazy. We all are if were here. She twirled her finger in the air tauntingly just as she had seen him do to the guard a few moments ago. Bree didnt miss much. Well. To be honest, Im not the type of person she should be locked up here, but you wouldnt know anything about that. Its not worth going into now. Im sure youll figure it out. She shrugged and soon sat up, crossing her les and tucking them underneath her petite body. She was small, only about 5 feet tall thanks to her stunted growth, and her body was exceptionally thin although not nearly the state of the bodies of the anorexic women that could be seen around here who were in for some sort of possession or influence. If you stay here long enough you learn whats wrong with everyone. Group sessions and people watching make sure of that. She nodded, motioning for the guard. Like him. Hes not a patient, obviously, but hes violent and will use any excuse to smack someone with that baton, although I have a feeling you already knew that- based on the way you were looking at him like hes a meal. Bree ran her hands along her thighs as she thought quietly to herself, but she made sure to leave enough room on the windowsill for him to sit and enjoy the sunlight with her if he would like to. You must be careful, Bree. Dont forget the time your arm was broken by a good looking guy like him. Wendy retorted between Brees ears, but she ignored it this time. Bree wanted to think there were still some good men in the world. Men who were worth more than the quick fuck Christine was begging for.