Unconscious
Call Me Binx!
- Joined
- Apr 6, 2013
- Location
- USA.
![]() ![]() "You awoke feeling so profound, bliss and devastation share hallowed ground." ⋅ ──────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────── ⋅ To say that the day was rife with Cleo buzzing around like a little bee was an understatement; she drove back and forth from the dorms to the shops at least four times, each with her arms full of long boxes, short boxes, boxes that she had to drag up the stairs, into her room, and sit on the floor for a while afterward to catch her breath. Significantly more energized than when she awoke, Cleo was quick. Efficient. Quick enough, unfortunately, to have forgotten that her door should have been locked. Not that she’d locked it intentionally, but at the very least she had been so distracted with getting everything in its place as quickly and perfectly as possible, other details had been entirely and fervently overlooked. The final time she returned and had set out again, Cleo struggled to carry a large - and incredibly heavy - package she’d gotten from the post office with the soft plastic handle of a new comforter set in her mouth. Promptly and unceremoniously throwing everything either on the bed or floor, Cleo would pat down her clothes, look around, and leave again. After having been satisfied with what she obtained at the stores, it was time to head down to the Fresher’s fair. It was the least she could do - she did, after all, want to stay out. The longer she was in her room, she reasoned, the more likely something would go wrong. Something that would be forever out of her control regardless of how hard she tried to keep a hold on it - on herself. That was what made her the most nervous. How easily had Leeroy made her tremble? Why hadn’t it solely been through fear - through dread? Why had both of those heavy emotions melted into something hotter, more lewd, and agonizing? And why did she let him? Sure, Cleo could say it had been from leftover trauma - in fact, she swore that it was, but the Within her efforts was a wholehearted attempt to keep from answering those questions, but also to keep from thinking about what had happened the night before; the physical pain, the sexuality of it, the confusion and guilt - the fact that the entirely wrong face had appeared in her dreams and in her fantasies. Each and every time her thoughts wandered and his face appeared, she would be reminded all over again. His voice would play in her head as if on a loop, and the unwelcome weight of need would settle in her core all over again. But… Cleo reassured herself that she would have to endure the entirely new torment for only a year. Just a single year, and then Leeroy would graduate and she would be free. Just like before, and this time… for the rest of her life. In the end, Cleo’s return was imminent. Her final entrance into the dorm building just after 4pm was more sluggish than before, and she just as slowly entered her room, arms full of commodities from the fair. Everyone just… shoved them into her arms, trying to talk her ear off about clubs and classes and professors. It was fun, but entirely exhausting. But the woman had things to do, and room to organize. Soon enough, her earbuds were in, music blaring with an alarm set on her phone so she didn’t lose track of time as she opened boxes, put together a bookshelf, metal clothing rack, and a cube storage unit. It took time and a significant amount of cursing since she only ever watched whenever her Papaw set up new furniture for her. She stripped and remade her bed, put dirty clothes in the new collapsible hamper and clean clothes on the rack before finally opening the package that was priority-shipped from home. This time, setting up her soundboard and second laptop took only minutes, the action having become second nature, and Cleo allowed herself just enough time to look around her room, ensuring that she was indeed satisfied. It wasn’t home, but it would have to make due. With at least fifteen minutes left until her alarm would sound at 6:55, she settled once more on the floor, this time organizing her self-care items in the cube shelving. In a normal world, Cleo would have called her grandparents. However, that was something she did far earlier in the day - and received an earful from her grandmother, conversation eventually moving on to both everything else and nothing at all yet full of laughter all the same. Once more it felt like she was lying to them when she said she was okay. That she was just homesick. Just like before. Cleo couldn’t tell them. They didn’t even really know that Leeroy existed, let alone that he was the instigator of everything she’d gone through, nor could they ever know that she was once again chained to him like some kind of pet in a cage. They only knew that she had been thoroughly affected all those years ago, becoming a shell of who they knew, and who swore that nothing was wrong… and it had come to a head eventually, all accumulating into the moment that she couldn’t hide it anymore and they’d been called to the hospital as a result. With a sound, far too similar to a squeak, of surprise, Cleo’s clearly obsessive - and delightfully therapeutic - organizing was violently halted when her music and her humming cut off to make way to a high pitched alarm that blasted into her earbuds. Cursing under her breath, she took as short of a time as she could setting everything further to rights; placing her phone and earbuds on the desk, leaning the boxes her various things were in near the door. Finally, with a single breath to calm the sudden nerves that overtook her, she exited her now perfect little sanctuary and made her way to the showers. For a long moment outside the doors, Cleo wasn’t sure if she should just walk in, or to wait. So, for fear of being late, her hands raised with one pushing the door open while the other knocked faintly, nose scrunched in mild distaste at the simple fact that Leeroy would either be waiting for her, or joining her shortly. She highly doubted he held himself to the same punctuality imposed on his victim, but with only a day having passed since he came back into her life with such an engulfing presence, she still couldn’t even hope to truly expect what she used to. ⋅ ──────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────── ⋅ |