She has to be quiet, has to be calm; they've heard her, are hearing her. They know it's coming from her; "Dad" is turning her over in his hands, looking frantically at her. Quiet.
She wills herself to still, to silence. Even more strongly, there's a pang of longing for her own body -- to be able to wrap her own arms around herself, to shudder out the rest of her fear.
All she can do is quiet the voices -- though the surface of the mirror crackles sporadically in waves like static.
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Quiet.
She has to be quiet, has to be calm; they've heard her, are hearing her. They know it's coming from her; "Dad" is turning her over in his hands, looking frantically at her. Quiet.
She wills herself to still, to silence. Even more strongly, there's a pang of longing for her own body -- to be able to wrap her own arms around herself, to shudder out the rest of her fear.
All she can do is quiet the voices -- though the surface of the mirror crackles sporadically in waves like static.