[ oh. messed up. you know, ashlyn is kind of accustomed (not numbed, but accustomed) to violence and monsters. even humans doing bad things. but it's kind of more abstract. people in suits doing things behind big glass windows. not... outright murder.
this explains more about what camille is afraid of. it's scary, seeing someone has done something and feeling afraid that you might be capable of it too.
anyway ashlyn continues to be fucking terrible at expressing sympathy correctly so: ]
[She works her jaw. Huffs under her breath and pulls her sweater sleeves lower, nearly to the knuckles.]
Amma told me she liked to hurt once. I thought she meant cutting. And there was the way her she and her little friends behaved. Conversations I overheard. The brother of one of the girls suspected. I could have chatted him up more.
[Though it hadn't been productive when she did. Not in the way that solved the case.]
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this explains more about what camille is afraid of. it's scary, seeing someone has done something and feeling afraid that you might be capable of it too.
anyway ashlyn continues to be fucking terrible at expressing sympathy correctly so: ]
Where did the rest come from...?
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Ann Nash and Natalie Keene. Two little girls from Wind Gap. Our hometown.
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cw: mention of self harm
[She works her jaw. Huffs under her breath and pulls her sweater sleeves lower, nearly to the knuckles.]
Amma told me she liked to hurt once. I thought she meant cutting. And there was the way her she and her little friends behaved. Conversations I overheard. The brother of one of the girls suspected. I could have chatted him up more.
[Though it hadn't been productive when she did. Not in the way that solved the case.]
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[Camille stares into the distance. Then presses both hands to her face, holding. Breathe deep. Don't fucking cry.
She's so tired. It would be nice to wash it all down with something stiff and cool, hear that shot glass clink as it hits the counter.
Vanish. Vanish. Vanish.]
Best I can do now is wish the juvie facility the best. Maybe they can sort her out. I'm done.
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It's not like one person can handle anything that gets thrown at them.
[ is what she thinks. probably. ]