Insinuation 02
Vherstinae
Patron Saint of Cuddlebugs
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Insinuation 4.2
"...What the fuck just happened!?"
Probably a less specific question than I should have asked, but after a nightmare like that, waking up in my dad's arms, something must've happened. Wait... I was naked under the sheet. Amy Dallon and her sister were staring at me. Mark Dallon loomed over dad while his wife stood guard at the window.
"Oh. Oh fuck. That...wasn't a nightmare, was it?" I didn't need confirmation. "Oh god..." I rolled onto my side and vomited, a thick flood of my purple slime pouring onto the floor. It died out after only a couple of heaves and I curled in on myself, crying.
Dad hugged me tight and Aisha petted my hair. Then the three of us grunted when Rachel pounced me with a bearhug that might've broken my ribs were I normal. And the rest of the Undersiders joined the dogpile.
Through the window, over Carol Dallon's shoulder, Atlas saw the whole thing. I could see the spectacle from his perspective and couldn't help giggling. "We look ridiculous," I snickered. I gently pushed them away and sat up between dad and Aisha, then looked at the Dallon sisters. "Victoria, Amy, thank you so much. I..." I gave another near-hysterical giggle. "I'm barely holding it all together. What happened at the end, when you rescued me?"
The statuesque blonde folded her legs under herself and floated over so I didn't have to keep looking between her and Amy. The brunette leaned ever-so-slightly closer to Victoria. "Your bugs were tearing the one girl apart, and Shadow Stalker tried to make a break for it. You spit something that popped on Shielder's forcefield, and it...dissolved her. She dropped out of her smoke form in pieces. She's dead."
"Y'know," Brian (wait, Grue. He was in his mask) spoke up, "I'm surprised you're so casual about that, being a second-generation hero. No lecture on how there was a better way?"
Victoria's expression barely changed but her tone grew much colder. "You saw what she did to Skitter." She looked back to me. "I don't blame you one bit for what you did. Would I have preferred for her to be taken alive? Sure. But I'm not gonna shed a tear or lose a minute of sleep over someone that evil."
I leaned back into the couch, the tension melting out of my body. "Then it's over," I sighed. "I'll admit, I thought about killing her. A lot, and especially after I got my powers. But I never really intended to." I shrugged. "Might not have been the closure I wanted, but it's closure all the same."
Foresight took out her phone, typed a quick note, and put it back.
I quirked a brow at her but decided to put that particular question on the back-burner. Lisa was usually a motor-mouth whenever it came to having figured something out, unless the discovery was sensitive or dangerous. If she didn't want to speak up now, I could wait. "So, since I got healed, did I have more changes?"
Foresight nodded. "Definitely. I could take some guesses, but Panacea's here." She smiled to the frizzy-headed girl. "Would you be up for giving us a diagnostic?"
"...Sure," Amy said after several long seconds of thought. "I'll admit, I'm curious too." She took my hand in hers and closed her eyes, focusing on her power. "Okay... Digestive system completely removed, secondary chemical bladder's been expanded to take up the vacated space. There's some sort of subdermal carapace that's grown out of the preexisting honeycomb structure. Uh, more 'hair' and increased sensitivity to external signals, as well as a nearly doubled transmission range."
I nodded at that. "Yeah, I can feel that. My reach is a lot bigger now."
"Other than that, your changes are mostly superficial," Amy concluded. When I gave her a look, she sighed and continued with a blush. "Okay, fine. Your eyes don't glow anymore and are slitted instead. Your waist is a little thinner, possibly from the removal of your intestines, and your boobs and butt are slightly enlarged. Happy?"
I blushed as well. "Okay...any theory as to why that happened?"
"That's easy," Foresight replied. "You said yourself you see a monster in the mirror. Those alterations were obviously a subconscious desire to be more human and, if that wasn't exactly possible, more pretty. You're a bit curvier and your most offputting aspect – your eyes – is changed to be less scary."
I looked back to dad, needing him to weigh in. Even if he disapproved, I needed to hear him say something.
"You're still my little owl, Taylor. Nothing will ever change that. I love you no matter what, but if you need this to feel better about yourself, I'm not going to argue."
I hugged him tight.
"So," Cerberus spoke up, still draping herself over the back of the couch, "what'd all the medical yammer mean, anyway? Subdural carparks and shit? Us normal people need translations."
"I'll explain it to you later, Cerberus," Foresight smiled. "For now, though, you should call the PRT and let them know Skitter's okay, maybe get an update on anything they found out." She turned back to Panacea. "Amy, could I talk to you in private for a moment? I think I have some things you'll want to hear."
The brunette inclined her head, regarding Foresight with curiosity, and they went off into Amy's room.
Brian looked toward Flashbang. "Would you mind if we made ourselves at home for the moment? I'd like to wait while Foresight talks with your daughter, and Skitter probably needs to sit and rest for longer, all things considered."
Mark grunted. "After seeing her like that?" he gestured at me. "Feel free." He looked back to his wife. "Carol, she's awake now. If the bug hasn't attacked yet, he won't now. Come sit down before you give me a complex."
Oh, Atlas was at the window, wasn't he? I touched my mind to his and felt his relief. I couldn't help the big, dopey grin that split my face. Atlas was such a sweetheart. I had him flutter up to the roof and rest his weary feet. "There, he's taking a break now. Little sweetie." I felt Atlas tuck his legs beneath himself and settle in for a nap.
Victoria laughed. "'Little sweetie', she says about a deathbug the size of a minivan."
We all chuckled and the others started to make small talk. I took the chance to surreptitiously form an earbug out of the slime on the floor while I also made a mutant pillbug to suck up the rest of the goo. The earbug buzzed its way into Panacea's room and I focused on the input it received.
(BREAK)
"Look," Lisa said, "I know things. It's my power. I saw what was going on, all of it. You need to say something, Amy. If you keep it all bottled up, things aren't going to end well at all."
"You saw what was going on, huh?" Amy's tone was hostile. "Whatever your angle is, you can forget it. I helped your friend but I don't have to stand here and listen to your psychobabble. I thought you had some legitimate information for me, so excuse me for not being serious about an intervention from somebody I barely know." I heard her start to move closer to the door.
"You might not know me, but I know you. You and Skitter are two sides of the same coin, and I'll tell you the same thing I told her: you're not a monster." Amy's footsteps halted and Lisa continued. "You're not your father."
Amy stomped back to Lisa. "I'm listening." Despite that, she still sounded like she was ready for a fight.
"You're adopted, maybe even through not-quite-legal means. Your father was a villain, someone Carol hated with a passion. For whatever reason, he gave you up and asked her and Mark to care for you." It must have been painful for Lisa, having to deliver all of this information with a straight face. Explaining something this big would usually draw up her most extravagant shit-eating grin but there was no way she could have that expression without Amy lashing out. "Mark tries to be a good father but he has his own problems, so he's not always present. And Carol...it'd be better if she just yelled at you, told you she hates you. Right?"
"W-what?"
"The neglect, the avoidance, I'm sure you could deal with that. But you don't know whether she hates you, so you have to suffer with both hope and uncertainty. You try to be a good daughter, you try to prove you're worthy of her love and nothing like your father, and yet she never loves you back. But at the same time, she never outright shuts you down and just lets you keep trying." Lisa was in full-on lecture mode and it was interesting to not be on the receiving end. She might've gone this in-depth with Greg if she hadn't wanted to get him out of the house so badly. "So you start to think, 'Maybe it's me. Maybe she can see the evil in me and can't bring herself to love me.' It's definitely easier to think there's something wrong with you than to think one of the people you love most in the world is kind of a shitty person." Amy started to shout a protest but Lisa didn't stop talking, steamrolling over the brunette's anger. "Believe me, I know firsthand. But you need to acknowledge that parents are human too. They can make mistakes, they can have flaws, and for all their good points they can have such tremendous flaws that things kind of lean toward the bad side; for example, hating a child simply because of who her father was."
The bed squeaked. Somebody had sat down, though I couldn't tell who. Since I didn't know the layout of the room I could only take vague guesses.
"So you think, even if evil is genetic and you're naturally inclined to be a monster, you can train that out of yourself. So you throw yourself into the healer schtick and never afford yourself any real rest or hobbies because a monster doesn't deserve that. You're working to atone for crimes you've never committed, or maybe to build up credit for crimes you think you're doomed to commit. But here's the thing, Amy," the bed creaked as Lisa sat (I presumed it was her, since the timing fit), "you're not a monster. You're not fated to be evil. You're a good person who's suffering and punishing herself for feeling the pain."
Amy started to cry.
"You need to talk to Carol about this, and then get some therapy. Whether it was intentional or not, you've suffered abuse and trauma and you need to work it out. Also..." Lisa sighed. "Here comes the hard part. We need to talk about Vicky."
Amy's crying stopped as her breath hitched in her throat.
"Most people, unless they're perverts, would dismiss it. I see deeper." She took another breath. "It's her fault, you know. All of New Wave's, really. Because you're immune to disease they somehow assumed that you're immune to Victoria's aura. But being exposed to that almost non-stop as you went through puberty and sexual awakening? L-look. I could go off on whole tangents with this, but that won't get us anywhere. So I'll just say this: I get that you're disgusted with yourself about it. Honestly, you have every right to be. Your sexual preferences got hijacked. But you need to talk to Victoria about it. Maybe she could see herself having feelings for you two and everything ends up with a Disney ending. Maybe she's disgusted and rejects you. Either way, you have certainty, no longer have to suppress yet another aspect of yourself, and can figure out a way to move on." Soft rustling of cloth on cloth. A hug, maybe? "And, if you want, I can be there with you to confront Carol. Though I suspect you'd want to talk with Vicky on your own."
Amy sniffled. "I just...I need to think..." Even I, without bullshit Thinker powers, could tell that was code for 'get out'.
"Okay. But please, don't bottle yourself up anymore. Don't punish yourself for existing. You've done nothing to deserve that kind of pain."
(BREAK)
I returned my focus to my body just before Foresight stepped out of Amy's room, the blonde looking a little sheepish. "I think I might've dipped into TMI territory..."
They have no idea. Great deflection, though. Keep them from probing Amy because they think she feels awkward. If Lisa had truly wanted to be a villain, she could have destroyed so many people. Hell, if she ever wanted to retire she could go into acting with talent like that.
"Well, think we could head back home now? I've been stewing on some ideas and I'm sure you have some too," I said to Foresight as well as the group as a whole. I looked back to Mark. "Is it alright if I keep the sheet? I mean, I could wash it and bring it back..." How did I manage to be so awkward?
He gave me a little smile. "No, it's alright. Just stay safe out there."
(BREAK)
The first thing I did upon arrival at home was to put on some damn clothes. It made me feel sort of terrible for thinking it, but hearing Amy's problems made mine feel less significant. It wasn't schadenfreude, not exactly, more a case of the old adage that no matter how bad things are, someone else has it worse. In any case, I slipped into my pajamas and almost skipped down the stairs to the living room, where everybody was gathered.
I had to take a moment once I stopped to deal with the new momentum brought on by the additional weight of my fuller hair. I strode over to the couch and sat down, then looked to Lisa, who was just finishing the explanation she'd been giving Rachel on the ride over. "PRT?" I asked her.
"PRT," she nodded in agreement.
"Okay, for those of us who aren't prodigies?" Brian groaned.
I smiled at him. "Well, I'm not exactly sure if Lisa's thinking the same thing, but for me, I see this as a real chance to affect some meaningful change."
"We're swearing all you idiots to secrecy again." Lisa was smiling but her tone was serious. "Well, Danny, for you it's the first swear to secrecy, but you need to realize that this is for real. This information is incredibly sensitive and could – probably will, if it gets out – result in lives lost." She cleared her throat. "Director Piggot believes that someone high up in the PRT has been gearing its policies toward self-destruction, some sort of conspiracy to...I'm not sure yet what the endgame is but we can be certain it's not good."
"Before," I continued for Lisa, "we hadn't pressed the Shadow Stalker issue because we were uncertain of the stance the PRT would take and didn't want to be made pariahs. Now, knowing that the national PRT is most likely corrupt but having the support of the local PRT, I think we'll have the leverage to affect some change for the better." I looked back to Lisa and she nodded, giving me permission to continue. "I want to use Shadow Stalker as a platform to increase support for oversight in the Wards program, to emphasize accountability in schools like Winslow and to provide more counseling and therapy for Wards. Kids who've just triggered need someone to talk to...maybe if they'd had mandatory therapy somebody would have caught Sophia's minor case of rabid homicidal insanity."
"Alright then," dad piped up. "Lisa, you can start working on a proposal. Tomorrow. For tonight, we should all try to get some sleep." He ushered me upstairs, tucked me in, kissed my forehead and said goodnight.
(BREAK)
I tossed and turned for at least an hour, unable to settle down and feel safe. The door creaked open and through the darkness I could make out Rachel's stocky form. She shuffled in, a pillow under one arm and a stuffed animal cradled in the other, and climbed into bed. She didn't say a word but pulled the sheets up to her chin, set the stuffed animal beside herself, and hugged me tight.
I drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
"...What the fuck just happened!?"
Probably a less specific question than I should have asked, but after a nightmare like that, waking up in my dad's arms, something must've happened. Wait... I was naked under the sheet. Amy Dallon and her sister were staring at me. Mark Dallon loomed over dad while his wife stood guard at the window.
"Oh. Oh fuck. That...wasn't a nightmare, was it?" I didn't need confirmation. "Oh god..." I rolled onto my side and vomited, a thick flood of my purple slime pouring onto the floor. It died out after only a couple of heaves and I curled in on myself, crying.
Dad hugged me tight and Aisha petted my hair. Then the three of us grunted when Rachel pounced me with a bearhug that might've broken my ribs were I normal. And the rest of the Undersiders joined the dogpile.
Through the window, over Carol Dallon's shoulder, Atlas saw the whole thing. I could see the spectacle from his perspective and couldn't help giggling. "We look ridiculous," I snickered. I gently pushed them away and sat up between dad and Aisha, then looked at the Dallon sisters. "Victoria, Amy, thank you so much. I..." I gave another near-hysterical giggle. "I'm barely holding it all together. What happened at the end, when you rescued me?"
The statuesque blonde folded her legs under herself and floated over so I didn't have to keep looking between her and Amy. The brunette leaned ever-so-slightly closer to Victoria. "Your bugs were tearing the one girl apart, and Shadow Stalker tried to make a break for it. You spit something that popped on Shielder's forcefield, and it...dissolved her. She dropped out of her smoke form in pieces. She's dead."
"Y'know," Brian (wait, Grue. He was in his mask) spoke up, "I'm surprised you're so casual about that, being a second-generation hero. No lecture on how there was a better way?"
Victoria's expression barely changed but her tone grew much colder. "You saw what she did to Skitter." She looked back to me. "I don't blame you one bit for what you did. Would I have preferred for her to be taken alive? Sure. But I'm not gonna shed a tear or lose a minute of sleep over someone that evil."
I leaned back into the couch, the tension melting out of my body. "Then it's over," I sighed. "I'll admit, I thought about killing her. A lot, and especially after I got my powers. But I never really intended to." I shrugged. "Might not have been the closure I wanted, but it's closure all the same."
Foresight took out her phone, typed a quick note, and put it back.
I quirked a brow at her but decided to put that particular question on the back-burner. Lisa was usually a motor-mouth whenever it came to having figured something out, unless the discovery was sensitive or dangerous. If she didn't want to speak up now, I could wait. "So, since I got healed, did I have more changes?"
Foresight nodded. "Definitely. I could take some guesses, but Panacea's here." She smiled to the frizzy-headed girl. "Would you be up for giving us a diagnostic?"
"...Sure," Amy said after several long seconds of thought. "I'll admit, I'm curious too." She took my hand in hers and closed her eyes, focusing on her power. "Okay... Digestive system completely removed, secondary chemical bladder's been expanded to take up the vacated space. There's some sort of subdermal carapace that's grown out of the preexisting honeycomb structure. Uh, more 'hair' and increased sensitivity to external signals, as well as a nearly doubled transmission range."
I nodded at that. "Yeah, I can feel that. My reach is a lot bigger now."
"Other than that, your changes are mostly superficial," Amy concluded. When I gave her a look, she sighed and continued with a blush. "Okay, fine. Your eyes don't glow anymore and are slitted instead. Your waist is a little thinner, possibly from the removal of your intestines, and your boobs and butt are slightly enlarged. Happy?"
I blushed as well. "Okay...any theory as to why that happened?"
"That's easy," Foresight replied. "You said yourself you see a monster in the mirror. Those alterations were obviously a subconscious desire to be more human and, if that wasn't exactly possible, more pretty. You're a bit curvier and your most offputting aspect – your eyes – is changed to be less scary."
I looked back to dad, needing him to weigh in. Even if he disapproved, I needed to hear him say something.
"You're still my little owl, Taylor. Nothing will ever change that. I love you no matter what, but if you need this to feel better about yourself, I'm not going to argue."
I hugged him tight.
"So," Cerberus spoke up, still draping herself over the back of the couch, "what'd all the medical yammer mean, anyway? Subdural carparks and shit? Us normal people need translations."
"I'll explain it to you later, Cerberus," Foresight smiled. "For now, though, you should call the PRT and let them know Skitter's okay, maybe get an update on anything they found out." She turned back to Panacea. "Amy, could I talk to you in private for a moment? I think I have some things you'll want to hear."
The brunette inclined her head, regarding Foresight with curiosity, and they went off into Amy's room.
Brian looked toward Flashbang. "Would you mind if we made ourselves at home for the moment? I'd like to wait while Foresight talks with your daughter, and Skitter probably needs to sit and rest for longer, all things considered."
Mark grunted. "After seeing her like that?" he gestured at me. "Feel free." He looked back to his wife. "Carol, she's awake now. If the bug hasn't attacked yet, he won't now. Come sit down before you give me a complex."
Oh, Atlas was at the window, wasn't he? I touched my mind to his and felt his relief. I couldn't help the big, dopey grin that split my face. Atlas was such a sweetheart. I had him flutter up to the roof and rest his weary feet. "There, he's taking a break now. Little sweetie." I felt Atlas tuck his legs beneath himself and settle in for a nap.
Victoria laughed. "'Little sweetie', she says about a deathbug the size of a minivan."
We all chuckled and the others started to make small talk. I took the chance to surreptitiously form an earbug out of the slime on the floor while I also made a mutant pillbug to suck up the rest of the goo. The earbug buzzed its way into Panacea's room and I focused on the input it received.
(BREAK)
"Look," Lisa said, "I know things. It's my power. I saw what was going on, all of it. You need to say something, Amy. If you keep it all bottled up, things aren't going to end well at all."
"You saw what was going on, huh?" Amy's tone was hostile. "Whatever your angle is, you can forget it. I helped your friend but I don't have to stand here and listen to your psychobabble. I thought you had some legitimate information for me, so excuse me for not being serious about an intervention from somebody I barely know." I heard her start to move closer to the door.
"You might not know me, but I know you. You and Skitter are two sides of the same coin, and I'll tell you the same thing I told her: you're not a monster." Amy's footsteps halted and Lisa continued. "You're not your father."
Amy stomped back to Lisa. "I'm listening." Despite that, she still sounded like she was ready for a fight.
"You're adopted, maybe even through not-quite-legal means. Your father was a villain, someone Carol hated with a passion. For whatever reason, he gave you up and asked her and Mark to care for you." It must have been painful for Lisa, having to deliver all of this information with a straight face. Explaining something this big would usually draw up her most extravagant shit-eating grin but there was no way she could have that expression without Amy lashing out. "Mark tries to be a good father but he has his own problems, so he's not always present. And Carol...it'd be better if she just yelled at you, told you she hates you. Right?"
"W-what?"
"The neglect, the avoidance, I'm sure you could deal with that. But you don't know whether she hates you, so you have to suffer with both hope and uncertainty. You try to be a good daughter, you try to prove you're worthy of her love and nothing like your father, and yet she never loves you back. But at the same time, she never outright shuts you down and just lets you keep trying." Lisa was in full-on lecture mode and it was interesting to not be on the receiving end. She might've gone this in-depth with Greg if she hadn't wanted to get him out of the house so badly. "So you start to think, 'Maybe it's me. Maybe she can see the evil in me and can't bring herself to love me.' It's definitely easier to think there's something wrong with you than to think one of the people you love most in the world is kind of a shitty person." Amy started to shout a protest but Lisa didn't stop talking, steamrolling over the brunette's anger. "Believe me, I know firsthand. But you need to acknowledge that parents are human too. They can make mistakes, they can have flaws, and for all their good points they can have such tremendous flaws that things kind of lean toward the bad side; for example, hating a child simply because of who her father was."
The bed squeaked. Somebody had sat down, though I couldn't tell who. Since I didn't know the layout of the room I could only take vague guesses.
"So you think, even if evil is genetic and you're naturally inclined to be a monster, you can train that out of yourself. So you throw yourself into the healer schtick and never afford yourself any real rest or hobbies because a monster doesn't deserve that. You're working to atone for crimes you've never committed, or maybe to build up credit for crimes you think you're doomed to commit. But here's the thing, Amy," the bed creaked as Lisa sat (I presumed it was her, since the timing fit), "you're not a monster. You're not fated to be evil. You're a good person who's suffering and punishing herself for feeling the pain."
Amy started to cry.
"You need to talk to Carol about this, and then get some therapy. Whether it was intentional or not, you've suffered abuse and trauma and you need to work it out. Also..." Lisa sighed. "Here comes the hard part. We need to talk about Vicky."
Amy's crying stopped as her breath hitched in her throat.
"Most people, unless they're perverts, would dismiss it. I see deeper." She took another breath. "It's her fault, you know. All of New Wave's, really. Because you're immune to disease they somehow assumed that you're immune to Victoria's aura. But being exposed to that almost non-stop as you went through puberty and sexual awakening? L-look. I could go off on whole tangents with this, but that won't get us anywhere. So I'll just say this: I get that you're disgusted with yourself about it. Honestly, you have every right to be. Your sexual preferences got hijacked. But you need to talk to Victoria about it. Maybe she could see herself having feelings for you two and everything ends up with a Disney ending. Maybe she's disgusted and rejects you. Either way, you have certainty, no longer have to suppress yet another aspect of yourself, and can figure out a way to move on." Soft rustling of cloth on cloth. A hug, maybe? "And, if you want, I can be there with you to confront Carol. Though I suspect you'd want to talk with Vicky on your own."
Amy sniffled. "I just...I need to think..." Even I, without bullshit Thinker powers, could tell that was code for 'get out'.
"Okay. But please, don't bottle yourself up anymore. Don't punish yourself for existing. You've done nothing to deserve that kind of pain."
(BREAK)
I returned my focus to my body just before Foresight stepped out of Amy's room, the blonde looking a little sheepish. "I think I might've dipped into TMI territory..."
They have no idea. Great deflection, though. Keep them from probing Amy because they think she feels awkward. If Lisa had truly wanted to be a villain, she could have destroyed so many people. Hell, if she ever wanted to retire she could go into acting with talent like that.
"Well, think we could head back home now? I've been stewing on some ideas and I'm sure you have some too," I said to Foresight as well as the group as a whole. I looked back to Mark. "Is it alright if I keep the sheet? I mean, I could wash it and bring it back..." How did I manage to be so awkward?
He gave me a little smile. "No, it's alright. Just stay safe out there."
(BREAK)
The first thing I did upon arrival at home was to put on some damn clothes. It made me feel sort of terrible for thinking it, but hearing Amy's problems made mine feel less significant. It wasn't schadenfreude, not exactly, more a case of the old adage that no matter how bad things are, someone else has it worse. In any case, I slipped into my pajamas and almost skipped down the stairs to the living room, where everybody was gathered.
I had to take a moment once I stopped to deal with the new momentum brought on by the additional weight of my fuller hair. I strode over to the couch and sat down, then looked to Lisa, who was just finishing the explanation she'd been giving Rachel on the ride over. "PRT?" I asked her.
"PRT," she nodded in agreement.
"Okay, for those of us who aren't prodigies?" Brian groaned.
I smiled at him. "Well, I'm not exactly sure if Lisa's thinking the same thing, but for me, I see this as a real chance to affect some meaningful change."
"We're swearing all you idiots to secrecy again." Lisa was smiling but her tone was serious. "Well, Danny, for you it's the first swear to secrecy, but you need to realize that this is for real. This information is incredibly sensitive and could – probably will, if it gets out – result in lives lost." She cleared her throat. "Director Piggot believes that someone high up in the PRT has been gearing its policies toward self-destruction, some sort of conspiracy to...I'm not sure yet what the endgame is but we can be certain it's not good."
"Before," I continued for Lisa, "we hadn't pressed the Shadow Stalker issue because we were uncertain of the stance the PRT would take and didn't want to be made pariahs. Now, knowing that the national PRT is most likely corrupt but having the support of the local PRT, I think we'll have the leverage to affect some change for the better." I looked back to Lisa and she nodded, giving me permission to continue. "I want to use Shadow Stalker as a platform to increase support for oversight in the Wards program, to emphasize accountability in schools like Winslow and to provide more counseling and therapy for Wards. Kids who've just triggered need someone to talk to...maybe if they'd had mandatory therapy somebody would have caught Sophia's minor case of rabid homicidal insanity."
"Alright then," dad piped up. "Lisa, you can start working on a proposal. Tomorrow. For tonight, we should all try to get some sleep." He ushered me upstairs, tucked me in, kissed my forehead and said goodnight.
(BREAK)
I tossed and turned for at least an hour, unable to settle down and feel safe. The door creaked open and through the darkness I could make out Rachel's stocky form. She shuffled in, a pillow under one arm and a stuffed animal cradled in the other, and climbed into bed. She didn't say a word but pulled the sheets up to her chin, set the stuffed animal beside herself, and hugged me tight.
I drifted off to a peaceful sleep.