Caitlin tried to unpacked. She truly did but slow sticky thoughts inched their way around her head. It took her about an hour to convince herself to get up and when she finally did those molasses thoughts lagged throughout her mind.
She felt slow and tired. Her eyes were heavy as if a magnet was pulling them from the back of her head. It was like she was stuck in frozen oil.
Her head was swaying faster than she could function. Her arms and legs felt as if they were filled vacuumed air. Her brain was filled with slow thoughts that had stuck themselves to to the back of her brain. Her chest was made of a watery bubble wavering with every breath.
She felt miserable.
She didn't want to feel.
The cold made it worst. It gnawed on her more and more, right at her stomach. She felt nauseous. Like when you blast the heat after not eating anything.
She knew she couldn't have been sick.
She didn't go straight to unpacking instead she dragged to the bathroom to wash her face. A big part of her wondered why she was doing it. The thought that curling up waiting for the miserable world to melt away was better than struggling. Even though world wouldn't melt, it would mute, and the dull stab in her chest wouldn't feel so overwhelming.
She turned on the hot water and put her hand in the basin.
Her hands felt if someone had slapped her and then vacuumed her fingers. Her hands must have been colder than- her hand. Her hand!. Mist was flowing over it. And the water.
It had froze.
Caitlin try to comprehend what was going on while ice spread from her hand and grew to cover the counter.
She panicked. There was no way this anything close to possible The ice began to spread faster, covering the door. Icicles began to form jagged details from the ceiling.
The slurry of her mind told her to run. Preserve herself. It didn't matter if this was a dream or not, those icicles would defiantly impale her! (Right?!)
She tried to calm down and figure out a way to get out of this dream. Or at least the room. In the dream. This was definitely a dream. There was no way this was real life.
Right?
The ice became a thin veil that threatened to cover the room.
She'd be trapped if this kept up.
She stared at the mirror choking, trying to get a hold of herself. Whispering to herself a mantra. A way to get out of this. Anything to get herself to stop.
She hiccuped she tried to count back from ten. She had to find herself out of this.
If by some strange miracle this wasn't a dream she hoped the pipes wouldn't freeze.
She looked at her reflection. The ice was still escaping from the mist diffusing from her hand.
The reflection looked back and she hiccuped.
There was no way her lips could be that shade of sapphire. Or her hair could be that white and dull ashy mess coming from the roots.
But it was.
It was her reflection. She was the reflection and it was impossible. This was impossible and had to be a dream. This and the ice, it must have be part of some sort of dream.
It had to be.
But she realized the cold feeling had been quelled.
Caitlin wasn't going crazy but she did believe that, as impossible as it was, she had caused this
She also had no idea how long she had been in the bathroom.
It seemed to be eons in which life had past and she had been asleep. And yet the glacial setting in the bathroom was still there, not melting.
She had to think over what she would do about her hair.
Although her eyes had returned to their earthen tone and her lips were fading back to there original colour, her hair wasn't changing.
She was stuck with pale streaks much to big to hide or explain.
She heard the downstairs door open. She was lucky her mother never paid attention to her when she got home.
The ice was still there.
Her mother went up the stairs. She didn't panic; her mother wouldn't check on her.
Caitlin heard her bedroom door creak open.
Of all the chances her mother had to be concerned?
"CAITLIN?" Her mother called out. She mumbled something under her breath.
Caitlin knew two ways she could explain her hair.
The truth and an unsupported lie.
Caitlin felt a vacuous and icy feeling return to her core.
A truth and an unusable lie, she thought.
Her mother walked closer.
She opened the door.
The world was plunged into a white blur. It was like her muscles reacted with no order, no thought. A second nature. An impulse took over her
Pale became paler as color drained from the absent mother's face. Her face became blue and ice began to spread on the body to which it was attached.
Caitlin came back to reality. A face frozen in shock faced her.
Caitlin tensed. The crystallized corpse fell and shattered.
Her mother was dead. She had killed her mother.
She had killed someone. She had killed someone with powers she didn't understand. She had killed her mother with abilities that were impossible.
She want to scream. She wanted to wake up. To be on that cursed couch and miserable.
But she didn't.
Her breath came out puffs of mist. Her mother was still in pieces on the floor. She knew if she looked in the mirror she'd look like a corpse with platinum hair. She didn't scream but stood frozen. Watching her life take an even sharper decline. Her shambling life in even more pieces.
The worst part of this was that she sort of liked it. She was somehow in power, she was somehow stronger going of that blurry impulse. She loved it and that terrified her.
Whether it was panic or her own failure to organize herself, Caitlin had the "brilliant" idea to run. To get away from the scene and never return without any further plan.
She didn't know where to go, but she wouldn't have to know. In the distance someone was watching her. They knew all about her. This had already played out for them.
They were going to use her. But first they had to break her and any strong scruples she owned.
They were lucky she was already cracked.
Author's Note
So I want to put some things out here:
1) This story was written for me by me. I made this for fun and so like anything made for fun it is affect by free time, energy and in this case ~Muse~. Anybody following or thinking to follow (or in some cases bookmark or leave the tab open on) this story should know that I'm going to be rubbish at updating. And to anybody following: unfollow if you wish. I don't mind I'm making this for me.
2) I know the chapters are garbage and I wanted to thank anybody who's still reading to this chapter. I've read and cringed the second After I published, I know wouldn't continue to read. The ending of this one has severe cringe-worthiness.
I'll try to back and alter those short wth-is-happening type chapters.
3) If you really like reading this for some weird reason your going to hate me for this, but... this chapter has basically been done since July of 2017.