touchingthen
hold my head
what they felt
what they said
—
"Are you okay?" and no, you're not, of course you're not, these voices aren't leaving you, they're haunting you, it hurts, why won't they let go of you, why won't they stop, you want them to stop—
"Sophie! Sophie wake up—"
You hear his voice and feel his anger and you're trying, you're really really trying, but you can't get up because it might (maybe, just maybe) be worse outside your head. Why you? Why do you have to suffer? You can't go on like this—
"We . . . need . . . to get you . . . away . . . from these humans!" he's huffing, and maybe he's carrying you? You don't know, you really don't know anything. Nothing is ever straightforward for you, you don't fit in as human, you don't fit in as an elf, you can hear voices, your eyes are brown.
"Shock her, Keefe, fix her, you can fix her, I think . . ."
"Sophie! Sophie, you've gotta get up—"
People are talking. You think. Is that Keefe? Yes, it's Keefe.
"Sophie, I—"
You slide back into the bed, sleep, you want to sleep everything away. Wait—there's a weight on your shoulder? Who's that? Is it K—
"Sophie, I love you."
Suddenly, reality crashes into you (maybe you can be okay).
to clear up any confusion, sophie is having a panic attack
and touchingthen, in case you were wondering, which i doubt, is my definition of the feeling you get when everything is hopeless but somebody is right there and makes everything okay