[Sarah's been sort of numb through the rest of the event, quiet, not sure what to do with herself. She can't help Kurt, she can't help Jane. She didn't even do anything during the event - she wasn't anyone. She found Jane's body, and that was it. That'd been all she was good for. Hadn't saved her, hadn't gotten there in time. Just. Found her. Lying in a pool of blood, eyes wide open, vacant.
That's what she sees every time she closes her eyes, so she doesn't when she can help it. She finds herself at the bar around ten in the morning, and when someone sits beside her, she's already been drinking, downing her fifth whiskey, asking for another. But she still feels too sober and adjusts to a double. Drinking to cope; that was her father's game, and she doesn't want to be anything like him, but she doesn't know what else to do right now.
Glancing over, she lets out a breath that isn't quite a laugh. Just an acknowledgment.]
I haven't even been here long enough to know yet if the events are more this and less Halloween monsters and sleeping curses, or if something this fucked up only happens once in a while.
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That's what she sees every time she closes her eyes, so she doesn't when she can help it. She finds herself at the bar around ten in the morning, and when someone sits beside her, she's already been drinking, downing her fifth whiskey, asking for another. But she still feels too sober and adjusts to a double. Drinking to cope; that was her father's game, and she doesn't want to be anything like him, but she doesn't know what else to do right now.
Glancing over, she lets out a breath that isn't quite a laugh. Just an acknowledgment.]
I haven't even been here long enough to know yet if the events are more this and less Halloween monsters and sleeping curses, or if something this fucked up only happens once in a while.