forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

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(Oh okay, sorry)

Macha’s whole body was tense and coiled, ready to run. Her mouth was dry, her hands shook, and she felt like someone was stabbing needles into her temples. “I—“ She didn’t finish her sentence. She just turned and bolted. Down the street, around the corner, under the bridge, not looking back once. She was just scared. Scared that there was a stranger in her head, scared that he was some of her thoughts, scared that she was his thoughts sometimes. Mostly, she was scared that he could do more to her brain than project words. And how much that went on in her head was what went on in his?

Tyler watched her leave, wide eyed. He started walking home, not thinking anything, afraid of her hearing.

Macha was grappling with herself as she ran, trying to keep her mind blank. How do you keep someone who’s mind is never quiet from thinking? She didn’t stop running until she arrived at her front door and ran up the rickety stairs to her room.

Tyler made his way up to his room and sat down on the bed. I don't know what to do..

Macha sat against the wall of her bed with her knees pulled up to her chest, trying to regulate her breathing. What was happening? Trying to distract herself, she pulled out a leaflet from Oxford University.

Why are you so scared of me? He tried to communicate with her.

Why are you so scared of me? Macha squeezed her eyes shut, hands shaking. Since she was old enough to understand, she’d been warned against people in her head. Her mother had been driven to insanity because people had been constantly borrowing into her head to communicate. She— she was gone now, because of them. Macha clenched and unclenched her fists, dropping the pamphlet onto the mattress that served as her bed. She did not reply to the question.

I-i'm sorry. I didn't know who or what this was.. He trailed off, feeling hopeless.

Macha shook her head, forgetting that the intruder in her mind couldn’t see her. How much of my head do you control?, she asked, not caring if she sounded harsh anymore. She probably sounded scared.

Not a lot I don't think. I only hear you. I didn't do this, I promise.

Macha inhaled shakily, mind flashing back to her mother’s mangled body on the front steps. Who are you? She had to struggle not to go slipping back into endless recitation of Pi.

I'm just…me.. He curled up on his bed, still trying to get over the events of a couple hours ago.

Macha exhaled, her wings materializing. Wrapping them around her tightly and closing her eyes, she tried to concentrate. I mean, what’s your name?

Tyler..how about you? He started feeling a little better.

Macha hesitated. Was giving her name away really a good idea? She did it anyways, a leap of faith. Macha. She pronounced the ‘ch’ like a sound between ‘kuh’ and ‘hh’, a foreign throaty noise.

Why did you run away?

Macha paused, staring at the wall opposite to her. Her room was small and dim, with a leak in one corner of the ceiling and paint peeling from the walls. Sometimes she would follow that pathways the cracks made in the paint to distract herself, but there was no distracting herself right now. It took her a long time to respond. I don't like people going through my head., she replied finally.

I-I wasn't trying to..I wan't to meet you. I want to talk in person.

Macha tensed instinctively. Weaving strands of white hair through her fingers to keep her hands busy, she bit her lip, frighteningly tempted to agree. Her wings were beginning to cramp, so she shifted onto her knees and let them drape over her shoulders. It took her another long while to reply, heart racing. This is a bad idea…, she thought to herself, what if– Macha abruptly cut the thought off, in case Tyler could hear her. Where and when?, she asked tentatively.