[For the record, this is about ‘future carrie’, when she’s 21.]
Carrie, obviously, loves her neice. They aren’t related by blood, but that’s the least of her worries.
As most would know, Carrie suffers from schizophrenia.
She medicates it now, obviously. Though sometimes she forgets her pills.
sometimes, she loses that small green bottle in the unorganized clutter her small bag was.
And she’d panic. Most of the time, it was at her apartment. She could just call Sofi or Vapor [as- it’s VERY hard to look for something, hell, it’s hard to FUNCTION when voices scream in your ear.]
Those fucking voices.
Dee, iris, and eve.
They never went away, did they? The sneers hidden in a child’ voice.
One came more than the others. She didn’t bother to remember who.
Panic attacks usually came as well. She tried to hard not to go back into her old ways, she had enough scars throughout her body as is. But sometimes she’d run her hand through her hair just a bit too hard and stare at the small clump of hair she ‘accidentally’ tore out.
And God, it’s fucking terrifying when it happens around Everleigh. She’s only eight. Sure, her mother has informed her auntie carrie can… see things that aren’t real, but she doesn’t really understand.
Carrie was very good at hiding stuff. She taught herself to be.
But it was really hard to keep a straight face when; while you’re playing a game with your neice, there are voices snarling in your ear. saying;
“Kill the girl.”
“Throw it at her head,”
“Make it hurt.”
“Show them how horrible of a choice they made trusting… you with her. the lion and the lamb. Show her how your body’s meant to kill her. to make her suffer”
It was enough to make her fingernails dig into her palms, her heels dig into the ground, and to chew on the inside of her lip so hard it was a wonder it hadn’t bled.
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