"The hell's wrong with her?"
"Don't know, but she needs to get over it. We need to strike the Enclave while we can before we lose any more of our people."
From inside the room, Kelly curled up tighter on the grime-covered bed and had to resist the urge to start rocking herself like a damn child.
"How do we even know that we can still trust her? I mean, she claims that Raven Rock's destroyed, but we haven't even been able to get any people out there to confirm it. She could be lying as far as we know."
Kelly bit down on her lip at that. She wanted to scream at them that the Enclave was the reason that her dad was dead…and why Dogmeat was now dead too. Why would she even consider working with the Enclave after all of that!?
But, she couldn't. She couldn't say a single word no matter how much she wanted to. Ever since she'd arrived back at the Citadel, all that she'd been able to do was make a few wind noises with the occasional syllable using her lips. Somehow though, Sarah had managed to piece together enough to know that Raven Rock was destroyed and thankfully had been able to get her back to her room where she had remained until now.
"Let's get out of here. She's not coming out anytime soon at this rate."
As she listened to the harsh echo of their footsteps as the two Initiates walked away from the door to her room, she couldn't help but begin to dig her fingernails into her bare arms. Even if she couldn't talk to them at the moment…why couldn't she just grab that damn notebook from off the floor where she'd dropped it earlier and start scribbling down what she needed to make them believe her?
She felt fresh tears begin to fall down her cheeks and dug her fingernails in deeper and deeper until she could feel the warmth of her own blood slowly trickling down her arms. She didn't care though. All that her mind could focus on was how much she fucking hated being like this.
How she couldn't seem to do anything right. How she couldn't save her dad. How she couldn't save Dogmeat. How she couldn't even scribble on a piece of paper without her hands shaking so bad that she either tore lines across the paper or sent her pencil flying across the room.
