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maskormenace2020-03-14 07:26 pm
threeisapattern) wrote in maskormenace2020-03-14 07:26 pm
video; memory share
[warnings for mental illness and physical attack on a child by a parent]
[The video starts, the image marred by occasional and flicking between black-and-white and heavily de-saturated, certain colors more prominent than others. The owner of the memory is stepping out of an elevator onto the top of a roof, all concrete walls and odd blocks of ceiling creating uneven ground. Everything's a little distorted, unsettlingly large, like the world's just a bit too big (or the owner of the memory was a bit too small).
[A woman is standing on a raised block, facing the edge of the roof, and the viewer watches her for a long moment before an older man wearing a brown jacket brushes past you. Claudia? he says, and begins to climb the ladder to her level. What are you doing up there?
I couldn't stand to be in that room anymore, she says, exhaustion on her face, and she steps away from the edge. Not with him looking at me like that.
Claudia-
He's trying to hurt me. She sucks in a breath, shoring up air for the continuation of a long argument. I don't care if you don't believe me, but he is, he's trying to kill me.
The memory distorts on the words kill me. When it clears again, the man is holding his hand out to her.
No. That's not true. She takes it, and he leads her the rest of the way down to safety. Come on. He brings her into his arms and holds her, wrapped up and safe for the moment. You have to remind yourself that it's a disease. Remember what the dementia does? It gives you delusions. It makes you think that people are out to get you -
You don't... see the way he looks at me, she cuts in, her voice shaking.
He's ten years old.
He's trying to kill me!
She turns to the viewer then, seeing them for the first time. Stop it. Stop looking at me like that. Stop it! Stop looking at me! With a shriek, she rushes the viewer and attacks. It's not elegant, all flailing fists fueled by panic and terror, but she has the advantage over the -
the child, it's definitely a child -
who falls to the ground, crying out, and raises his arms in front of him in a pitiful attempt at protecting himself. He's crying, breath coming sharp and terrified so that he can barely get words out, Mom, stop, please -
The memory ends.]
[In the video that comes after, Stiles is white-faced, sitting on the floor of his bedroom - less sitting, more fallen, like he wasn't in control when he stopped standing - and a husky is whining next to him, licking his hand pathetically. He talks, but his voice is far away; it's possible he isn't aware a camera is recording.] That didn't happen. That didn't - that didn't happen.
[The video starts, the image marred by occasional and flicking between black-and-white and heavily de-saturated, certain colors more prominent than others. The owner of the memory is stepping out of an elevator onto the top of a roof, all concrete walls and odd blocks of ceiling creating uneven ground. Everything's a little distorted, unsettlingly large, like the world's just a bit too big (or the owner of the memory was a bit too small).
[A woman is standing on a raised block, facing the edge of the roof, and the viewer watches her for a long moment before an older man wearing a brown jacket brushes past you. Claudia? he says, and begins to climb the ladder to her level. What are you doing up there?
I couldn't stand to be in that room anymore, she says, exhaustion on her face, and she steps away from the edge. Not with him looking at me like that.
Claudia-
He's trying to hurt me. She sucks in a breath, shoring up air for the continuation of a long argument. I don't care if you don't believe me, but he is, he's trying to kill me.
The memory distorts on the words kill me. When it clears again, the man is holding his hand out to her.
No. That's not true. She takes it, and he leads her the rest of the way down to safety. Come on. He brings her into his arms and holds her, wrapped up and safe for the moment. You have to remind yourself that it's a disease. Remember what the dementia does? It gives you delusions. It makes you think that people are out to get you -
You don't... see the way he looks at me, she cuts in, her voice shaking.
He's ten years old.
He's trying to kill me!
She turns to the viewer then, seeing them for the first time. Stop it. Stop looking at me like that. Stop it! Stop looking at me! With a shriek, she rushes the viewer and attacks. It's not elegant, all flailing fists fueled by panic and terror, but she has the advantage over the -
the child, it's definitely a child -
who falls to the ground, crying out, and raises his arms in front of him in a pitiful attempt at protecting himself. He's crying, breath coming sharp and terrified so that he can barely get words out, Mom, stop, please -
The memory ends.]
[In the video that comes after, Stiles is white-faced, sitting on the floor of his bedroom - less sitting, more fallen, like he wasn't in control when he stopped standing - and a husky is whining next to him, licking his hand pathetically. He talks, but his voice is far away; it's possible he isn't aware a camera is recording.] That didn't happen. That didn't - that didn't happen.
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Do you know where you are?
[He's clearly not okay. Yes or no questions like this might be better for him to answer, for now at least.]
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[She bites her lip, going silent. Kind of awkwardly.]
Um. Sorry. This is ... lots of adjectives. I think I saw something that happened to you in the past?
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[How could you even talk about something like that? She really does want to make sure that he's alright, but how could she do that? Sure, she knows him, but it's not like she knows him.]
Or we could, if you wanted to.
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[Safer topic? Possibly a distraction?]
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His name's Derek.
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I'm glad he's there for you. I knew the other Derek too.
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[Oh look, Stiles is... kind of smiling.] He was so not happy when he found out.
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I simply can't imagine why.
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[She still can't believe that he is gone.]
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[She lets out a sigh.]
Yeah. Stuff happened over the New Years ... I was hoping we could move past some drama ... but now we'll never get that chance.