“So, how's your writing going lately?” Scylla asks, leaning against the doorframe.
With a groan, Raelle leans back against her pillow. She has been in bed most of the day. Only getting out of bed for the essentials. But instead of writing what she has been wanting to. She got distracted by new ideas and music videos.
“I don’t want to lie, to you”
“Then don’t” Scylla says, holding back her smile.
Raelle closes her eyes, her frustration toward herself, and her inability to just do what she's been wanting to do, is finally showing themselves. Scylla felt the shift, her secret smile fading away.
“Don’t pressure yourself, whatever you're trying to do can't come out. Do something else until it sparks again” Scylla tries to reassure.
“That’s the thing” Raelle started, “i don’t have control, people are interested in my work. It might only be a few but I feel almost obligated to finish my stories off. But my head is not in it. And i can’t just stop like that, either”
Straighten up a little, “is there anything that i could do, to assist you”
Raelle just looked at her stunned, never as anyone really truly meant that. But she can tell this time was different, Scylla, her girl for only a short time, really wanted to help her. In any way she needed to.
“You mean it don’t you” Raelle responded, a little teary eye.
Scylla pushes off the doorframe and takes the seat at the foot of their shared bed. “I am”
“I don’t know, how you can”
Placing her hand on Raelle foot, “because of how you grew up”
Raelle looks away a tear dropping down to the bed, “yea, you know, if i couldn’t say a word right, they would stop the conversation until i could say it right. To the point I didn't want to be involved in family activities but at the same time I wanted to. I was just too hurt. And then they ask me why I don't want to go this or that. Like their don’t know why”
“That’s ruff, I might not have your problems. Or your trauma toward your own problems but I am truly here. For you, know one else. And want ever way you need, i’ll be there for you”
With tears, “i wish i heard that years ago, that would have healed it before it got infected and become a permit scar”
Scylla smile popped onto her lips, “i have idea, if you willing to go alone with it”
With a shrug, “I'm all ears, want the harm.”
Scylla gave her a look ‘what does that mean’
“Want, At worst it would just add more dark humour to my growing list”
With an eyebrow raised. With a chuckle for Raelle, she explains, “Trauma equals dark humour”
It only took a second before Scylla leans forward laughing, “no”
After recovering she looks up, “so my idea. Tell me”
Raelle frowned at that, “tell you want”
“Your story, or that new idea that kept you distract from the other ideas”
“Really, you want to hear them, some of them are little on the dark side of storytelling. I think that some of the reasons why people don’t want to read them. And that i’m dyslexic, which make the story confusing at time or just nonsense”
“But tell me anyway, i love you telling me stories”
Raelle once again become tearful, “you really care don't you”
Right on cue her trauma starts showing itself, “i never had anyone, give a shit. And not complain after a while. Or start bullying me, over the smallest things, after their find out what i having difficulty with”
Her eyes darted over her for a moment before looking back at her laptop beside her.
“I don’t want to push you away”
“It will take a lot of effort to get me gone. You know. I love you. And I know that on top of everything it is hard for you to understand. Form your history. But I'm not going anywhere.”
Moving up the bed, she takes Raelle hand in her eyes, seeing the tear running down Raelle face she couldn’t stop herself. And dragged her into a hug.
“I know it's hard, and that might never ease. But please, allow me to help. I feel broken, unable to help you”
After a moment of collecting herself and not wanting to break the hug right this second, whispered. ‘My new idea, It’s about trauma toward your own disabilities’