forum Obsessed One-on-one RP (CLOSED; STALKERS ALLOWED)

Started November 11, 2018 by @amber_is_in_a_loop

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“No!” she screamed, lunging forward and clawing desperately at the air. “No—come back—“

Silence hung heavy in the suddenly empty room. Nothing left to hold on to.

“No—”

Her voice cracked, fresh tears spilling from her cheeks as she sank into a trembling, sobbing heap on the floor.

“D-Dad—Come back——“

(should we go for one of the twins now or does she go straight to Alice?

What am I doing here?

Isobel asked herself this for the hundredth time, fidgeting impatiently as she sat in the waiting room of the hospital. This was an awful idea—did she want to hurl herself back at the person who had caused half the problems on her mind? But she was here anyways…

Alice regained consciousness about an hour later, opening her eyes to blinding light.
Shit. I'm dead, she thought idly, barely managing any movement anywhere. After a second to regain some feeling, she strained her neck to lift her head and looked down at herself.
Metal shackles held her prisoner to the hospital cot she lay on. Not heaven, then.

"Isobel Davids?"

Isobel's head snapped up when her name was called by the woman at the front desk. Slowly, shakily, she stood and approached her.

"You have an appointment to visit a patient?"

She nodded.

Alice violently shook her head, feeling her matted hair sticking to her temples. Biting down on her lip, she just managed to tilt her head to the side far enough to look into the mirrored fourth wall of her room. She deeply inhaled the tang of antiseptic, recognising the smell of a hospital.
She let out a breath, eyes tearing up for relief: she was still safe. Alone, completely alone, but safe for now. She drew in a trembling breath, staring at her dishevelled reflection– dark bruises under her eyes, drawn and pale, tangled hair, chapped lips– and smiled at it.
Safe.

Isobel lost track of the number of turns she took in the labyrinthine hospital hallways. Eventually, the pale, slightly sickeningly mind-coloured walls blurred in her mind, becoming one and the same. She lost track of time, too—had they been walking for minutes? Hours? What did it matter, anyways… she was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to pay attention.

She relaxed back onto the cot. How long had she been here? How long until she was moved? And to where?
She let her racing thoughts tangle and twist, methodically sorting through the innumerable worries that weighed her down.

Finally, the woman stopped in front of a door at the end of the hall, fitting a key into the lock before letting it swing open. Isobel followed closely after, her stomach twisting into a series of knots.

The door swung open, surprising Alice out of her trance. Her stomach dropped, eyes widening— were they already coming to take her away?
She recoiled into the wall as a doctor slowly walked in. When she stopped, the sound of footsteps didn't follow. Someone else was coming in.
Alice focused on the doorway as other woman walked into the small room.
Isobel. She froze.

Isobel couldn't bring herself to look at Alice when she first walked in. She just kept chewing on her chapped and bleeding lower lip, hands trembling slightly as she wiped them off on the front of her pants.

What am I doing here?

"You're here," Alice said on a sharp inhale. "Why?"
Her spidery hands gripped the thin sheets, channeling the twister of emotions heaving around in her ribcage.

(not so great, you?)

Isobel's eyes flickered sideways to the nurse, who was watching them with great interest. "Can we have a moment alone?"

Alice kept her reddened eyes trained on Isobel. What did this mean? Were they even legally allowed to see each other?

She sat up as the nurse slowly backed out. "What do you want?" she asked hollowly.

(it's just been a rough couple of weeks, I'll be fine. Thanks though. How are you?)

Isobel shut her eyes against what she was about to do, inhaling a shaky breath of the stale air. "Help me. Please."

(Well let me know. I'm always around.
I'm alright, studying for finals)
Alice held her breath. "Do what?" she breathed through a constricted throat. She didn't know what to think, fear or sadness or anger.

(good luck on your finals)

"I saw him……" Isobel was trembling all over, doing exactly what she feared doing the most. "My dad. I saw him. I don't–I don't know what to do."

In a moment of sympathy Alice started forward to help Isobel– the cuffs cut into her wrists drawing blood.
She fell back helplessly, past grief rising up to the surface. It was coming back, the all-encompassing panic, in the face of a fresh death. Battling the emotion she spoke up.
"Sit down and breathe, Isobel," she quietly cried. "Take a minute."

Isobel’s eyes were fixed to a bead of red on Alice’s wrist. She watched, biting back a soft sound of sympathy, as the droplet of crimson welled up and dribbled over the heavy cuff.