Post by Ren on Mar 3, 2010 20:00:33 GMT -5
This is a continuation of what Mia is doing on page 17 of the David's House thread.
Mia's eyes jolted open. The last thing she could remember she was standing in David's living room. Now she appeared to be in the kitchen of another house entirely. She reached out, touching the counter, affirming that it was actually real and not some hallucination she was having. All the lights in the house appeared to be off. Her heart pounding, she turned around, finding the light switch and flicking it on. It seemed oddly familiar, even more familiar than the rest of the town had been.
"Hello?" she called out, her voice shaking slightly. No answer. She looked around and went into the next room over, the living room. Turning the light on, the first thing she saw was a picture of herself on the mantle above the fireplace. Her eyes widened. "What.... how...." she whispered, walking over to it. She looked at the other pictures frantically. People with familiar faces in all of them. They were mostly of an elderly couple in different parts of the world. Suddenly Mia burst into tears, collapsing onto the ground.
This was her grandparents' house. She could remember now. Everything. All her memories came flooding back in an instant, about how when she was five her parents had gotten killed in a car accident, how she went to live with her grandparents after that, about how the other kids in school called her crazy for being able to hear voices up until high school, when it suddenly made her dangerous and cool.
She ran to the kitchen and threw up in the sink, the memories continuing to register in her mind. She attended a local university and stayed with her grandparents to avoid paying for room and board. Her grandparents had left two weeks ago for a two-month long vacation to Germany. "So they're safe," she whispered, still sobbing.
Her friends. Her friends were dead. The friends she'd gone to all the raves and clubs and did all the different drugs with. They'd all gone to her grandparents' house since they weren't home and had a party. The lights had gone out, Mia went to go check the breaker, and when she came back, all her friends were dead. Mutilated. Torn apart and flung across the room. The tall man in the black suit had been there. She'd panicked and tried to run away from him, screaming, but he caught her and she blacked out. She had vague memories of opening her eyes to see someone in a mask staring back at her, but she'd blacked out almost instantly.
Wiping her mouth on a towel, Mia stood shaking, fear and anger bubbling inside of her.
"Fuck this," she said. "Oh my god fuck this. You won't win. You won't. You won't you won't you won't!" She grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with water, and took a gulp, spitting it back into the sink to rinse her mouth out. She went back into the living room, seeing blood still all over the walls and floor. "I need to pay more attention," she muttered.
She stomped up the stairs, going into her own room. Nothing had been touched, it seemed. She grabbed a duffel bag and began stuffing clothes and shoes into it. Might as well get some shit together we can use while I'm here. Although the memories were horrible, she was glad she now knew who she was and and what had happened to her. She'd always been a very focused person, not easily rattled, and that personality came back to her now as she packed stuff up. Reaching under her bed, she grinned as she felt her trunk full of her favorite things. Pulling it out from under the bed, she stuffed a small dark case full of ammo and a gun inside the duffel bag. She also grabbed a short iron pipe.
She stood up and happened to catch herself in the mirror. "Oh fuck these clothes," she muttered. She went to her closet and grabbed another shirt and a pair of jeans, changing into them quickly. The jeans were very tight and black and laced up on the sides. The shirt was also black, cropped, and had a cut-up back. One side was sleeveless while the other was a regular t-shirt length, and it hung off her shoulder slightly. She put on a pair of platform boots and walked into the bathroom.
Opening the medicine cabinet, she threw everything into the duffel bag, pausing for a moment to pop one of the pills from a prescription bottle into her mouth. Suddenly she heard a noise from somewhere down the hall and whirled around, holding the pipe up. "Hello?" she yelled. "Is anyone there?"
Mia's eyes jolted open. The last thing she could remember she was standing in David's living room. Now she appeared to be in the kitchen of another house entirely. She reached out, touching the counter, affirming that it was actually real and not some hallucination she was having. All the lights in the house appeared to be off. Her heart pounding, she turned around, finding the light switch and flicking it on. It seemed oddly familiar, even more familiar than the rest of the town had been.
"Hello?" she called out, her voice shaking slightly. No answer. She looked around and went into the next room over, the living room. Turning the light on, the first thing she saw was a picture of herself on the mantle above the fireplace. Her eyes widened. "What.... how...." she whispered, walking over to it. She looked at the other pictures frantically. People with familiar faces in all of them. They were mostly of an elderly couple in different parts of the world. Suddenly Mia burst into tears, collapsing onto the ground.
This was her grandparents' house. She could remember now. Everything. All her memories came flooding back in an instant, about how when she was five her parents had gotten killed in a car accident, how she went to live with her grandparents after that, about how the other kids in school called her crazy for being able to hear voices up until high school, when it suddenly made her dangerous and cool.
She ran to the kitchen and threw up in the sink, the memories continuing to register in her mind. She attended a local university and stayed with her grandparents to avoid paying for room and board. Her grandparents had left two weeks ago for a two-month long vacation to Germany. "So they're safe," she whispered, still sobbing.
Her friends. Her friends were dead. The friends she'd gone to all the raves and clubs and did all the different drugs with. They'd all gone to her grandparents' house since they weren't home and had a party. The lights had gone out, Mia went to go check the breaker, and when she came back, all her friends were dead. Mutilated. Torn apart and flung across the room. The tall man in the black suit had been there. She'd panicked and tried to run away from him, screaming, but he caught her and she blacked out. She had vague memories of opening her eyes to see someone in a mask staring back at her, but she'd blacked out almost instantly.
Wiping her mouth on a towel, Mia stood shaking, fear and anger bubbling inside of her.
"Fuck this," she said. "Oh my god fuck this. You won't win. You won't. You won't you won't you won't!" She grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with water, and took a gulp, spitting it back into the sink to rinse her mouth out. She went back into the living room, seeing blood still all over the walls and floor. "I need to pay more attention," she muttered.
She stomped up the stairs, going into her own room. Nothing had been touched, it seemed. She grabbed a duffel bag and began stuffing clothes and shoes into it. Might as well get some shit together we can use while I'm here. Although the memories were horrible, she was glad she now knew who she was and and what had happened to her. She'd always been a very focused person, not easily rattled, and that personality came back to her now as she packed stuff up. Reaching under her bed, she grinned as she felt her trunk full of her favorite things. Pulling it out from under the bed, she stuffed a small dark case full of ammo and a gun inside the duffel bag. She also grabbed a short iron pipe.
She stood up and happened to catch herself in the mirror. "Oh fuck these clothes," she muttered. She went to her closet and grabbed another shirt and a pair of jeans, changing into them quickly. The jeans were very tight and black and laced up on the sides. The shirt was also black, cropped, and had a cut-up back. One side was sleeveless while the other was a regular t-shirt length, and it hung off her shoulder slightly. She put on a pair of platform boots and walked into the bathroom.
Opening the medicine cabinet, she threw everything into the duffel bag, pausing for a moment to pop one of the pills from a prescription bottle into her mouth. Suddenly she heard a noise from somewhere down the hall and whirled around, holding the pipe up. "Hello?" she yelled. "Is anyone there?"