so. https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/785662289 that be the oc that i'm currently fixating on. uh. ANGST- _---- “Four years.” The voice that wasn’t her own echoed through her mind, Julia’s head aching as she stared herself down in the mirror. Her purple hair had began to fade into white at the ends due to how little she’d been maintaining it, and her undercut was getting too long to be considered a clean cut. SHe had tied the half of her hair that she hadn’t shaved back into a bun, her black wiry glasses on her face, though try as they might, they couldn’t cover the dark circles under her multicolored eyes– though she wore contacts to hide them most of the time, she was home alone, so she’d taken them out. Lately, there had been an echoing presence– a voice in her head that she’d never heard before. Sometimes, in the corner of her eye, she’d see something– but she’d turn, and it would be gone. It haunted her, and she’d done everything she could to bring herself back to normal– hoodies, leggings, beanies, blankets– but she couldn’t. Stress and fear were wearing down on her, and it was obvious. “Four years is a long time to hide, isn’t it?” The voice hummed, causing Julia to roll her eyes, folding her arms tightly over her chest. “I’m not hiding.” She muttered. She didn’t have to speak out loud for it to hear her, but she often did. It made it.. Easier, somehow. Laughter shot through her head, a wince wracking her body as she brought a hand to her head with a grimace. “College is just an excuse for you. Who needs a degree in computer science with power like yours?” The voice wasn’t exactly incorrect. Julia drew her power from six stones, infinitely powerful stones– but that’s a story for another time. Her power was essentially limitless as long as her body could handle the stress of creating the bursts of sheer energy she manipulated with her hands. She’d been given help from a friend years ago to help her control it, but she couldn’t when she was around one of those stones. When that happened, she lost all control, energy erupting from her body in chaotic clumps, her mind blacking out as she wreaked havoc against her will. It was terrible. The last two times it had happened… Cam’s expression flashed with fear as he backed away from the violently shaking woman in his kitchen, her normally bright eyes draining of color as a strange smile came across her face, one he hadn’t seen before. “Cameron, darling!” The voice was hers, but the words… weren’t. … Riley’s green hoodie was almost silly now. It looked like Christmas all over them. And there wasn’t a school around the two anymore. Just rubble. Remnants of what used to be. Someone is screaming. Screaming in pain, desperately trying to bring someone back, the loss of hope, heart-shattering. Julia’s throat hurts. She shivered, the thought bringing back too many dark paths of winding spirals for her to go through again. The whole reason she’d gone to college– besides having an old scholarship and an acceptance letter she’d never gotten back to the college about– was to get away from the godforsaken stones that had ruined her life. The voice was still there, her head pounding from its volume. Her body wasn’t supposed to support two voices in her mind, was it? “You’ve been running for far too long. Perhaps it’s time to find certain people again?” God, she could almost hear the grin in its voice. “I’m sure Cameron would love to–” “Stop.” Her voice shook, and she stepped back, sliding against the wall and pulling her knees to her chest. “Don’t. Don’t make me think about him again.” Because she’d tried for four years to stop thinking about him, and it hadn’t worked yet. He was everything to her, even though he shouldn’t have been. She cared about him more than her own life, but he shouldn’t matter that much. She hadn’t seen him in so long, and they had… history. But stars, she missed his idiot grin, his arms around her, his voice– but she’d cut off communication. This was her fault. “Why won’t you leave me alone?” Julia whispered, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, weakness overtaking her. “I left so I wouldn’t mess anything else up.” “Sure. But my child is still dead because of you.” The voice hissed, anger dripping from its tone. Julia had heard it say that multiple times, and she still didn’t have the slightest clue what it was talking about– but she had ideas. Ideas that she prayed were wrong. She’d kept memories buried deep in her mind for years, and the voice was suggesting bringing those memories back up again. “Please.” She whispered, body tremoring as she buried her head into her knees. “I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what I’ve done, but if I’ve hurt you, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to. I didn’t mean to– this is all so screwed up, and years– years and years and years have gone by since I’ve– i don’t know what to do.” … Silence. Her head was clear. It left her uneasy, but.. It was a step.
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