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The familiar pitter-patter of rain could be heard on the roof of the house. It started lightly, the sound beginning as occasional pokes to the roof, but soon became more steady, turning into the constant rumble that comes with a heavy downpour.
Marcy was sitting in her room, Anne with her, helping each other catch up on school work. It had been awhile since Amphibia (about 2 years), and the physical scars were healed. The mental ones, however, were a different story.
Marcy didn’t think about her time with Andrias between when he revealed his true colors and she was rescued from The Core, but when she does she always comes back to her time in the tank. Floating there, weightless, listening to Andrias talk about his plans for her, unable to do anything to stop them.
The second thing she thinks about is her time being possessed by The Core. How it tormented her, made her believe that her friends didn’t care, that they left her. About how every time she grabbed onto the hope that they would come and rescue her, The Core would squash the idea as quickly as it formed. About how The Core almost caused her to kill her friends. Anne now has to wear a prosthetic arm because of her, Sasha needed an expensive surgery to be able to see out of her left eye again (but even with her vision back the scar is still there, running the length of her face, a constant reminder of what Marcy almost did to her, to them).
The rain serves as a reminder of her time in the tank. When she was helpless. Couldn’t do anything but sit and wait for someone to rescue her or for Andrias to follow through on his plan.
Then she thinks back to when she thought she would be rescued by Olivia and Yunan, yet Andrias was able to follow through on his plan anyway. And she was possessed by that thing .
Even a few years later Marcy couldn’t stop thinking of what happened. How she hurt her friends. What could have happened if Anne hadn’t snapped her out of it. She covered her ears, placing her forehead on the desk, trying to block out the voices. The rain. Anything that could be a reminder of what happened.
She was spiraling, she knew it, but didn’t know how to stop, until she felt a comforting hand on her back. She looked to her right and saw none other than Anne, her best friend. The best friend anyone could ask for. Even after Marcy screwed up countless times, almost got Anne killed, almost killed her herself, Anne still cared about her. She was still her friend. Even after all that, she stayed. And even if Marcy felt undeserving of her unconditional love, she was appreciative of it.
Sure the rain brought on a myriad of bad emotions and distant fears, but Anne was always there to pull her out of it.
A hand came up and brushed the tears off of Marcy’s cheeks she didn’t even know were there, then the same light chocolate colored arms brought her in for a hug. A hug that told Marcy ‘I’m never going to let anything happen to you ever again.’ A phrase Marcy was now able to believe.
“You ok Marcy?” Anne asked, never letting go from the embrace. Marcy only leaned into it further, resting her head on Anne’s shoulder as her arms came up to return the hug.
“I am now.”
And I will always be as long as you’re here with me.