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strangetomato) wrote2009-09-27 12:07 am
strangetomato) wrote2009-09-27 12:07 am
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Drabble+: Victim
Prompt: Victim
Characters: Pascal Curious and Nervous Subject
Wordcount: 247
Imagecount: 14
Warnings: violence and death
Here's something nice and light to read before you go to bed. Or maybe not.
"Pascal?"
He had been heading towards the door, going home for the night. He paused, and turned back to face Nervous Subject. "Yes? What is it?"
"Do you think..." He hesitated, then continued. "Would it be okay if I didn't wear the helmet, sometimes?"
"Well, it keeps you from having nightmares."
"Yes, but..." Nervous sighed in exasperation. "It's just that... well, I don't dream at all when I wear it. I'm sick of it. Everyone dreams. I don't even feel like a sim at all. Just... empty."
Pascal nodded. He shouldn't have questioned him. It was Nervous's life and his own choice. He'd been too long a victim, having someone make his decisions for him, and he should be allowed to choose these things for himself. "I suppose it would be okay," he said.
"It's up to you, Nervous. I can only make suggestions. You do what feels right for yourself, okay?"
Nervous nodded his head in agreement, but said nothing more. He seemed to have exhausted all of his words for the day in that one outburst. Pascal said goodbye and made his exit once more.
Nervous headed to bed, without the helmet this time.
He closed his eyes.
Slowly, images formed.
Terrible images.
He witnessed awful scenes of carnage and death.
Something about a wedding.
There were bodies everywhere.
He dreamt of nothing but death.
Those were his choices: horror or emptiness.
Nervous Subject twitched incessantly, grinding his teeth, but he slept through the night.
Characters: Pascal Curious and Nervous Subject
Wordcount: 247
Imagecount: 14
Warnings: violence and death
Here's something nice and light to read before you go to bed. Or maybe not.
"Pascal?"
He had been heading towards the door, going home for the night. He paused, and turned back to face Nervous Subject. "Yes? What is it?"
"Do you think..." He hesitated, then continued. "Would it be okay if I didn't wear the helmet, sometimes?"
"Well, it keeps you from having nightmares."
"Yes, but..." Nervous sighed in exasperation. "It's just that... well, I don't dream at all when I wear it. I'm sick of it. Everyone dreams. I don't even feel like a sim at all. Just... empty."
Pascal nodded. He shouldn't have questioned him. It was Nervous's life and his own choice. He'd been too long a victim, having someone make his decisions for him, and he should be allowed to choose these things for himself. "I suppose it would be okay," he said.
"It's up to you, Nervous. I can only make suggestions. You do what feels right for yourself, okay?"
Nervous nodded his head in agreement, but said nothing more. He seemed to have exhausted all of his words for the day in that one outburst. Pascal said goodbye and made his exit once more.
Nervous headed to bed, without the helmet this time.
He closed his eyes.
Slowly, images formed.
Terrible images.
He witnessed awful scenes of carnage and death.
Something about a wedding.
There were bodies everywhere.
He dreamt of nothing but death.
Those were his choices: horror or emptiness.
Nervous Subject twitched incessantly, grinding his teeth, but he slept through the night.
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I didn't even think about it that way when I was writing this, but I do see how I was making that parallel with Nervous's condition now. Nervous seems to bring that out in the story. His situation is very fantastical, but it really mirrors conditions that people face in real life in a lot of ways. I'm glad it had a ring of truth to it for you (well, and also sorry).
Pascal has a very kind heart, and I think he's a fairly nurturing sort. I think his influence does Nervous a lot of good.