I have risen from the dead!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!! Hehe! Yeah, seriously, it's been forever. I guess ya could call it a bit of a writer's funk. I wasn't feeling the writing. It was odd, but I just couldn't write anything for the longest time. I just now got bitten by the writing bug. I'm so happeh!!
Anyways, this is an Al/Liv drabble for 71. Broken. It's set after the season 9 episode Undercover, so it's kinda spoilery. I'm sure it's not that good because of my terribly long writing break, but I certainly hope it's acceptable. Reviews are luff!!!!!
Broken. The victim I spoke to was broken. She had been taken advantage of by the one she trusted most. Her boyfriend had torn off her clothes against her will and violated her. And if that wasn't enough, he threatened that if she ever told, he'd kill her.
Broken. I was broken. Two weeks ago, someone I had never trusted at all had taken advantage of me. Well, I suppose I should specify. I was almost taken advantage of. But do the technicalities really matter? I still feel the same. Violated and broken.
Broken. Alex wasn't broken. She was strong; she'd never break. She'd never get taken advantage of. She would never allow someone to violate her.
In the dark of the night, I cuddled my blankets, pretending each sound was Alex's soft, cooing voice, comforting me always.