Victimology.
Author: Oro
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Aaron Sorkin's things are mine to play with.
She's stronger than that. She's stronger than him. She's not even in there, just her body and her eyes which seem to be dry and wet at the same time. If she's stronger then why can't she make her body move, why can't she scream, why can't she make him go away and leave her the hell alone. Why can't she make the ringing sounds from outside the green room disappear and stop recurring in her nightmares, her nightmares that keep coming back even though it's been a week and she's completely over the entire ordeal. Sometimes she wishes he would've done something to her, done something more than expose himself to her in an empty locker room, because then it would seem more legitimate. But he didn't and she doesn't feel she's got a right to be this upset over something so little. It's called sexual harassment but it was nothing, nothing, nothing. She tells herself it means nothing to her but her subconscious is screaming and that's all she ever hears. She files her complaint in the police station but it does nothing, effects nothing, is nothing. Is filed away in a metal drawer, a computer, whatever, and forgotten about. The guy who did this to her is a celebrity and celebrities don't get burnt, except he already did so now he's tucking away the leftovers. Another week and more stories, more shows, more things she touches that screw up. She breaks a glass in her apartment and leaves without cleaning up after herself, secretly hoping she'll forget all about it during the day, come back home, step on it, feel the glass cut through her flesh. Feel anything. She's still trying to figure out how she feels, what she wants, what her position is. Everything happens too fast and she tries to do her best to catch up but she can't. More screw ups, typos, she knows they notice but not really. She wants to be back there with them even though they weren't there with her and they aren't sure how to react either. They offer condolences and go back to work, and he sticks around to walk her to the control room. She screws everything up. She screwed him up for a while there; she'll screw him later to make up for it.