“‘I’m already dead,and I’ve been dead for the past 10 months. Don’t bother trying to save me. I’ve been mutilated, cut into pieces, experimented on, put back together, until I’m unrecognizable by my own self. I’ve failed to protect you, I failed as your older sibling. I’m sorry…’ Those were her last words to me… I watched Tracy bleed out in front of my eyes. My hands were shaking in fear, as I tried to hold back my tears. I would have joined her if I hadn't froze. Once I felt the tip of the cold metal blade on my neck, I couldn’t bear the idea of taking my life. Tracy was counting down for us to do it together, but in the end, she fell, and I went on. I wish I wasn’t such a coward… maybe I would have seen her again. Mommy always told me that people who take their lives don’t go to heaven or hell, but that seems better than what I have now. Don’t get me wrong, I love Lady Heather, I love Quinn, I love Topaz and Jewel, but… there’s only so much love you can give and take until you get a sense of longing. The mansion I stay at can never be my home, for mine was destroyed years ago. Every time I close my eyes, I always see her mid action. She would smile at me comfortingly, telling me everything was going to be alright… But I could never convince myself that was the case. I always thought to myself ‘why didn’t you save her? You just stood there and let it happen. You killed your sister, and you should live with that guilt.’ Whenever I go outside, I’m always afraid that the machine is out to get me… Every word of kindness from strangers could be a front for something terrible, every person that walks by me could grab me and take me away at any moment… And every time I turn on the television, all I see is the machine staring at me… watching my every move… And this place I’m in… It’s so… weird? There are Angels, gods, vessels, whatever those are, and aliens all over the place! A city gets destroyed and no one bats an eye… I talked to Venus about this and she’ll always say something around the phrasing of ‘You’ll get used to it. Folks are odd here but they’re kind.’ but personally… I don’t think I can. It’s like I’m a magnet for unfortunate events. I can’t be around people, and I can’t be alone! I can’t step outside without fearing for my own safety, and- I can’t breathe… I CAN'T BREATHE! WHY CAN’T I BREATHE-”
Quinn: Linda!
Quinn yells out trying to calm down the hyperventilating Linda. They hold out their hands up and slowly bring it back down.
