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His face was tense, an arm caged around the smaller girl. She cowered into him, reasonably, she was the only thing worth protecting in the room.
The policewoman looked at him woefully, a thin lipped frown resurfacing.
“Micheal–“
“Stay, ..stay away from us Vanessa.” He demanded, no room for negotiation.
“Micheal, I chose you, you sav–“
“You heard me, stay away from me and my sister.” He spat back, shifting away from her gaze, and hurriedly ushering the brunette with him.
The blonde trailed behind, trudging towards the door. Her hand landing on the doors jamb, nails digging into the wood.
Her face grew damp, head resting on the frame.
Glossy dark eyes flutter shut and her breathing grows hushed and shallow. The wetness courses down her cheeks and drags down her pale skin.
She hears a haste skittering behind her, she never looks back, she knows no one better.
Three long fingers curl around her limp hand, clearly way bigger than the more humane one.
“Vanessa,” A voice chimes—though nothing acrimonious; it was similar to the beauty of wedding bells and the innocence of a doe.
No answer, but she doesn’t pull her hand out of the velvety claws.
“I know you can hear me.” She cooed, dark hair cascading down her shoulders.
“This–all this, it isn’t fair, it was never fair.”
The fingers slip from her palm one by one, and land on her shoulders to avert Vanessa’s torso to face her.
Charlotte looked awful, white painted face, a permanent messy streak of black-eye purple flowing under her eyelid.
“You sacrificed a lot, hurt a lot, all for this boy, Micheal,-and you thought you could do all this without displaying the full truth.” The former girl titters, but her restraint is silent.
“You even hurt me,”
“or you tried, you tried to hurt me to save a little girl, his little girl,”
“did you see you, in her, or maybe me? Our curiosity, our hair, our love for Freddy’s?”
“Stop..please.” Vanessa croaks, her throat tired and eyes wandering.
“I’m sad for you, but you, you’re angry.” Charlotte claims, using a stray finger to gingerly tilt her chin up.
“I’m not angry..” She responds meekly, her pupils continue straying.
“Then what are you?” The puppet challenges.
“I don’t- I dont feel your rage, I’m not angry like you.”
“I didn’t say we share the same rage, even though we should. I’m saying you, Vanessa Afton, we’re similar, making you nothing like your brother.”
“You,.. you just need a vessel, something to feed on,” The blonde barks back weakly.
“Sure I do,”
“but it doesn’t have to be you.”
“–—You sealed me away, why?” The puppet inquires, whether or not she actually cared for the answer was besides Vanessa.
“To save everyone else from you wrath and vindictiveness, Charlie.”
“It’s always save this, save that, save them.”
“You did, and you’re in the dark now, you’re with me, I never left you Vanessa, you left me.”
“Won’t you leave me alone?.. this.. trying to reach me while I’m alone thing isn’t working.” The blonde exhales, shakily grasping the knob to close to the door.
“You always complained about wanting to see me, and now that I want to see through you, I’m evil—in reality, I’m tortured Vanessa, I want people to hurt like me, Vanessa,”
“-and you are so close to that.”
“That’s the problem, you could never begin to understand me, because I could never begin to understand you.”
And the puppets claws halt their outstretch.