Gwen
Gwen hopped out of the bed, disentangling herself from the sheets. She looked around and found her jacket carefully folded over a chair. She picked it up and put it on, then tip-toed quietly from the room. She went down the hall and raised her hand to knock on Bobby's door, before realising he probably wasn't going to hand the keys over. So she decided to break in. She opened the door carefully and quietly, then slowly snuck over to Bobby's desk. Where her keys were sitting. She lifted them slowly and tucked them into her pocket, then left the room quickly. She snuck out the front and found her car, then hopped in and sped off, in the direction of her old school.
She pulled up after a long drive and hopped out of the car, tucking the keys back into her pockets. She walked through the burnt rubble, the broken glass, the cuts on her feet barely registering in her mind.
Everything was so different from how she remembered. The fire had taken away most of the building, but the bits that were still intact... were smaller. But still as threatening. Even though she knew no one was here anymore, she still felt the familiar tightening in her chest.
As her feet skimmed the ground, rocks, glass and dirt stuck to them. She absently looked down and noted how dirty they were.
How dirty she was.
Because she was a freak.
Gwen headed for the old labs, stopping briefly to pick up a flower, growing in the cracks of the ground.
"Pretty flower."
As she reached the lab, she was somewhat surprised to find herself standing there. The younger version of herself. Crying.
"What's wrong?" Gwen asked.
Little Gwen pointed to her neck, with it's long slit mark across it. "He did it to save us."
"Mordred?" Gwen knelt down in front of her younger self, promptly cutting her kees open on the rubble that cut through her pyjama pants. She glanced at herself to find she had cuts and scratches all over her body from her careless walking. But she could hardly feel them.
"He knew it was the way to save us. He had to kill us." Little Gwen pointed at her neck again, the blood still dripping.
Gwen reached her hand out and touched the blood, still warm. She took Little Gwen in her arms as she started crying. "Shhh, it's ok, we're ok now."
"But I'm trapped here. Never free," Little Gwen whispered.
Gwen paused, then cleared her throat and began to sing.
"Young girl don't cry
I'll be right here when your world starts to fall
You girl it's alright
Your tears will dry, you'll soon be free to fly
When you're safe inside your room you tend to dream
Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems
No one ever wants to bother to explain
Of the heartache life can bring and what it means
When there's no one else
Look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend just
Trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength
That will guide your way
You'll learn to begin to
Trust the voice within
Young girl don't hide
You'll never change if you just run away
Young girl just hold tight
Soon you're gonna see your brighter day
Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed
It's so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold
When you look outside, look inside to your soul
Life is a journey
It can take you anywhere you choose to go
As long as you're learning
You'll find all you'll ever need to know
You'll break it
You'll make it
Just don't forsake it because
No one can tell you what you can't do
No one can stop you
You know that I'm talking to you
Young girl don't cry
I'll be right here when your world starts to fall."
Little Gwen's sobs subsided. Gwen looked down at herself to find blood all over her hands. She stood up, her younger self disappearing into the darkness. She looked around desperately, remembering her past, everything flooding back in a giant thought, hitting her, overwhelming her.
There were noises, loud noises, and pain, unbearable pain, and bright lights, so bright they made her eyes sting and water. The pain, the knives cutting into her skin, they were leaving her awake to do this! The needles, pricking at her body, taking blood, giving chemicals, nothing made sense, the room was spinning, the electricity was building, but she couldn't access it, she was helpless, alone. Her parents faces, peering over her, laughing, taunting, not caring. The slicing of her skin, the laughter, why were they doing this to her?!
And then silence.
And somehow, through thehaze in her mind, Gwen knew she didn't have control. She was lost.