You get to pick the location, because I'm tired. But otherwise Marie has been trying her best to avoid interacting with anyone in the off chance they'll be forced to get a peek into her past. However, it doesn't seem to be working very well. ]
Sebastian-kun, please -- [ She wants to plead for him to not look but... How do you even stop this? The stardust is falling, and soon the memory begins to settle --
“Don’t touch me. You’ll make me all gross and dirty too.”
“Hey, Marie-chan, you stink!”
Shadowed faces come to mock you; young children with sinister smiles, grinning from ear-to-ear.
“My mom said I shouldn’t play with Marie-chan.”
“Oh, my mom said that, too!”
The young girls would huddle together in a group with hushed whispers, and soon a group of boys would approach with tiny fingers yanking at your hair. You remain still, unmoving, and it frustrates one boy in particular as he pulls you to the ground by your braid.
“Man, she really stinks!”
As you move to cover your head, you feel a foot cram itself against your side. You lose your breath, feeling your lunch coming back up but quietly swallow it back down; curling into yourself.
“Don’t come this way, you’ll spread your germs on us!”
... When they finally decide to leave, you lift yourself up onto your feet. Your bag had been stomped flat, your books are all over your desk, and almost routinely you gather your belongings. You feel nothing. You feel empty. And, coincidentally enough, you feel as if you're not alone --
“Come over to my house and play with me, Marie-chan!”
A girl who you're not particularly close to asks, just as you look as if you've gone through hell. She smiles brightly at you, and again you feel as if you may vomit.
“Okay? Let’s go to my place and eat snacks together.”
You keep quiet as you follow her home, and you remain that way as her mother welcomes you warmly.
“Welcome. Please feel free to take your time.”
The house was well-kept, similar to your home with your grandparents. But there's just a few noticeable differences that makes your blood boil, one of them being the freshly made cake that the two of you begin to devour just before you tugged along on an epic journey of show-and-tell.
“I got this one for my birthday. And this one for Christmas!”
(It’s strange…)
Your classmate would leave her shoes at the front door without arranging them neatly, and she didn’t even clear the plate after finishing her cake. She wouldn’t even put away the dolls after we played with them. But her mother wouldn’t yell at her or beat her up, and wouldn’t say anything beyond something like “goodness…” as she cleaned it all up.
It wasn’t just you. Nobody was getting beaten up in this house.
—Why?
The realization hit harder than anything you've experienced in your life. There's the phantom pain of your cheek stinging as you remember coming home just yesterday: the boys had thrown a mud ball at you, and in return your grandfather slapped and beat you for stepping into the house unkempt.
You're angry. So angry.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why do I have to go through this?
Before leaving her house you take her favorite doll, hiding it in your school backpack. Once outside and having made it to a nearby garbage can you tear the doll apart -- ripping off it's head, the arms, legs, and then tossing it in the can.
sebastian hadn't gotten to know marie well enough to even suspect she might have gone through anything like that — even if maybe he should have from her scary moments during trials, but as he's so often reminded, he's never been as good at putting two and two together as he likes to think he is — so it's shocking for that on top of everything else. it's awful and sad and...
and feeling that anger is strange and foreign. maybe it's just because this is on such a different scale; maybe if pops had hurt him this much he'd be mad too... but he has a hard time imagining it. he's always accepted that he just isn't good enough for him, and he's never stopped admiring and adoring him. ever since monday, people who've seen those memories have told him that he should be mad too, and shouldn't just take it, but...
it takes him a moment to shake himself out of it when the memory's over. ]
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w3 ( wednesday ) cw for domestic abuse and bullying
You get to pick the location, because I'm tired. But otherwise Marie has been trying her best to avoid interacting with anyone in the off chance they'll be forced to get a peek into her past. However, it doesn't seem to be working very well. ]
Sebastian-kun, please -- [ She wants to plead for him to not look but... How do you even stop this? The stardust is falling, and soon the memory begins to settle --
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sebastian hadn't gotten to know marie well enough to even suspect she might have gone through anything like that — even if maybe he should have from her scary moments during trials, but as he's so often reminded, he's never been as good at putting two and two together as he likes to think he is — so it's shocking for that on top of everything else. it's awful and sad and...
and feeling that anger is strange and foreign. maybe it's just because this is on such a different scale; maybe if pops had hurt him this much he'd be mad too... but he has a hard time imagining it. he's always accepted that he just isn't good enough for him, and he's never stopped admiring and adoring him. ever since monday, people who've seen those memories have told him that he should be mad too, and shouldn't just take it, but...
it takes him a moment to shake himself out of it when the memory's over. ]
Marie...
S-sorry, I didn't mean to...
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[ She lifts her hands. Fingers curling into her palms as her shoulders slump back. ]
I'm sorry you had to see that.
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In a way... it feels like I'm looking into the memory of a different person, so I just feel as invasive as you do.