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❝Why do I always end up destroying everything I've ever loved?❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
Echo sat in front of the mirror. She had crawled out of bed, her legs uselessly dragging behind her. In her hand was a pair of scissors she had stolen from the nurse. Snip, her hair, it was too long. Snip, she didn't feel like Echo anymore. Snip, it was as though a stranger was wearing her skin each time she looked in the mirror. There was a knock on the door. Snip, 'Echo!" Snip! Someone ran forward, something clattered against the ground, but Echo was transfixed. "Echo, stop! How did you get scissors-" Melody, her hands clasped around them, stopping Echo from cutting another strand. Echo looked at the scissors in her hands, then up at Melody. "I-I h-h-ha-hate m-mys-s-s-self." Melody shook her head, hugging Echo in her arms. "Shh, shh, it's okay." Her hands touched Echo's cheeks, cool against her skin. "Everything will be okay," Melody looked at the scissors, easily prying them from Echo's grasp.
"Let me," Echo nodded, allowing Melody to cut the rest of her hair away. It grazed the bottom of her ears now; the length she had kept it at before. "Better?" Echo nodded and Melody lifted her, dragging Echo and the pole back towards the bed. "Don't hate yourself. You made your decision, didn't you?" Echo nodded once more. "We're all going to support you, alright?" She nodded again, embarrassed of the way she spoke, how she could not utter a sentence without stuttering. Wei had a theory that it wasn't the trauma, but the fact that the veins in her brain had thinned. With more blood flow, it would be easier to think and thus, the stutter would, in theory, resolve itself in a month or two.
Melody picked up the pudding cup she had been holding and brought it towards her sister. "Elliot said if you want to see Flo today, then you have to eat something a bit more solid. You just have to try it, alright?" Echo hesitated, this was the first step towards healing, wasn't it? Her hands shook as she took the pudding cup, Melody smiled, nodding encouragingly. She opened up the lid for her sister, who was too weak to do even that much on her own. "Here, I'll feed you, Doll will kill us if you get pudding on that fancy nightgown." It was four bites before Echo could not take anymore, she began to vomit, Melody having been fast enough to grab a bucket. Echo leaned back against the bed, tears welling up in her eyes. "Hey, it's alright, you tried. Okay? One step at at a time!"
Melody left when the nurse came, she had other things she needed to do, namely going on missions. There were more important things and yet, Echo felt warm, knowing that her sister had come to see her. Their relationship had always been rocky, but now... they supported her. No matter how awful she had been in the past. No matter how many slurs she had thrown at them. They were still here, trying to help her, trying to fix everything they had lost. Perhaps it was guilt eating away at them. Perhaps they were simply trying to make up for putting her in that jail the first time, but Echo was glad, even if she would never admit it. "Ready for group therapy?" The nurse asked as she set Echo in the chair. "Y-yes," she whispered, eager to see Flo.