[For the record, this is about âfuture carrieâ, when sheâs 21.]
Carrie, obviously, loves her neice. They arenât related by blood, but thatâs 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 sheâd panic. Most of the time, it was at her apartment. She could just call Sofi or Vapor [as- itâs VERY hard to look for something, hell, itâs 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 childâ voice.
One came more than the others. She didnât 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 sheâd run her hand through her hair just a bit too hard and stare at the small clump of hair she âaccidentallyâ tore out.
And God, itâs fucking terrifying when it happens around Everleigh. Sheâs only eight. Sure, her mother has informed her auntie carrie can⊠see things that arenât real, but she doesnât 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 youâre playing a game with your neice, there are voices snarling in your ear. saying;
âKill the girl.â
âThrow it at her head,â
âMake it hurt.â
âShow them how horrible of a choice they made trusting⊠you with her. the lion and the lamb. Show her how your bodyâs meant to kill her. to make her sufferâ
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 hadnât bled.