Emotional Tolls and Schemes in Motion.
Feb 18, 2021 4:32:11 GMT -5
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Post by scottyadams on Feb 18, 2021 4:32:11 GMT -5
(Note: the following is from Bianca's PoV).
***I'd be lying if I told you I was alright. I'd be lying to you if I said everything was okay***
I state these words to Amelia, as we sit inside of our lounge. One of the rare moments where I *haven't* been by Scotty's side. Hoping. Dare I say, praying that everything will be alright. Knowing that there's a chance that he won't wake up - that there's a chance they have *won*.
Just as Scotty felt when I was in my coma back in 2015 or Amelia in 2017. We both know what it's like to be trapped within the darkness.
The despair of not knowing if or when you can bring yourself to wake up. The sense of powerlessness and inability to realise the world you are wrapped within.
===I'm sure they will be. We both know that if anybody can recover from this, it's Scotty.===
I sigh. She's right --- Scotty is the one person I know can survive. I know that he's been through worse in his career.
Heck, he's cheated death before, back when he was a child. Before I even met him, but it was a story he had told me.
Yet there's this sense of dread. Of anxiety. What if he doesn't? What if this is truly the end of Scotty? What if the very cure he brought about, is the same cure that brought about his end?
***I-I-I***
Stammering, I feel my eyes begin to well up with tears, as everything begins to collapse within me. The stress. The emotion. The words and gall of those who betrayed Scotty, trying to make me out to be nothing more than his wife. As if I am just a mannequin.
===Bianca?===
Amelia's voice causes me to look up at her, eyes red and tears beginning to stream down my face.
***I just --- dunno. All we can do is hope. All we can do is be there and let him know how much he means for us***
A simplistic answer, yes. But it's also the truth. It really is all we can do - for our faith must be in the doctors. In the medical system and Scotty himself.
Just as he was in us during our incidents. In a weird way, this is our way of returning the favour. It's our turn now to be his pillar. To be his shoulder, much as he has been for us.
===Come on, Bianca. I don't think he would want you to be like this.===
A soft smile crosses my face as I stand. Once again, Amelia's right. He wouldn't want me to be like this. He would rather me attempt to hold it together. To try and stand firm. To be the warrior he knows I can be, if for no-one else, for Lucina.
After all, she is the most important thing to him. To me. She is our angel and even at her young age, she mustn't see any sign of fear. Of doubt from me.
For I know even if she cannot truly express it. Or understand it, Scotty cherishes her. And losing him would tear her fabric. Fabric he promised to provide.
***I know ---***
My voice beginning to drift off, I slightly glance to the right. Partially out of reflection, partially outta paranoia. For these past few weeks, I have had this sense. This feeling lingering inside of me that *they* are seeking me. That they wish to remove me from the equation, much like they did to Scotty.
It may be nothing, they may not be attempting to come for me. After all, it would contradict their previous stance of merely being 'Scotty's wife' if they did, but you never know with these people.
After all, if they are willing to put Scotty on the verge of death, what else would they be willing to do, if it meant tearing everything away from him?
***Hey Millie ---***
===Yeah?===
I look at her, as she returns the look. Trying not to be concerned in reponse to my own cautious look.
***Can you make sure our phonelines and internet are on the encrypted line please?***
Confused, she looks into my eyes. She knows about the secret line we have, but doesn't know why I would want her to make sure everything ran through that.
===Why?===
I sigh. As much as I don't want to - I know I'll likely have to tell her at some point. Yet that point is not right now.
***I'll tell you more later, okay?***
Resigned to that being her answer for now, she stands up and begins walking to the computer room. Leaving me alone with my thoughts. With my own mind puncturing within me.
***He might forgive you, but I won't***
These are the very same words I told Jayson Violence that night at the hospital. The night he smashed my iPhone after leaving his visit with Scotty.
It's true though.
Scotty is a lot more forgiving and no matter what I might believe, it is likely he will elect to forget them. That is something they should be thankful for.
***You might believe you've won. You might believe that you've destroyed Scott --- but all that shows me is that you truly don't know the first thing about him. About who he is. About what he has been through.***
Laughing, I remember the stories Scott has told me. Stories that sent shivers down my spine. Stories that make this coma seem like a mere scratch.
***If you did, and I'm sure he would tell you this himself, you would've killed him that night.***
I shake my head, slightly wiping my eyes as I do. Much like the people who attacked me in 2015 would have been better served to kill me, the "Cure" would have been best served to kill Scott - even if for different reasons.
For me, it would have meant I would have had an escape. That I wouldn't have had to go through the torture. The anguish I did.
For Scott, it is simply because leaving him alive means that when he returns --- they best know he is going to break them. He is going to tear everything away from them. Much as they did to him.
***But just know, if you dare try. If you dare wish to finish the job, you will have me to deal with.***
I smile, before thinking about an old phrase. One that has eternally stuck with me.
***You know what they say about a woman scorned.***
I then stand up, beginning to walk toward my room. Well, our room to be more specific. Pulling out my primary phone, I look downward before pressing a number.
***Hey Bec, it's Bianca. I need you to ensure there is constant surveilance on the hospital.***
Smirking, I keep walking.
***Yeah. Make sure that nobody can see it.***
Stopping, I feel a lump form in my throat.
***Thanks.***
I continue walking down the hall, hanging up and allowing my mind to at least try to focus on more positive things. On things that can put my mind at ease. At least temproarily.
For as much as they might think they hold control, they do not realise that I know the chess game. That it's not only Scotty who has the keys.
***I'd be lying if I told you I was alright. I'd be lying to you if I said everything was okay***
I state these words to Amelia, as we sit inside of our lounge. One of the rare moments where I *haven't* been by Scotty's side. Hoping. Dare I say, praying that everything will be alright. Knowing that there's a chance that he won't wake up - that there's a chance they have *won*.
Just as Scotty felt when I was in my coma back in 2015 or Amelia in 2017. We both know what it's like to be trapped within the darkness.
The despair of not knowing if or when you can bring yourself to wake up. The sense of powerlessness and inability to realise the world you are wrapped within.
===I'm sure they will be. We both know that if anybody can recover from this, it's Scotty.===
I sigh. She's right --- Scotty is the one person I know can survive. I know that he's been through worse in his career.
Heck, he's cheated death before, back when he was a child. Before I even met him, but it was a story he had told me.
Yet there's this sense of dread. Of anxiety. What if he doesn't? What if this is truly the end of Scotty? What if the very cure he brought about, is the same cure that brought about his end?
***I-I-I***
Stammering, I feel my eyes begin to well up with tears, as everything begins to collapse within me. The stress. The emotion. The words and gall of those who betrayed Scotty, trying to make me out to be nothing more than his wife. As if I am just a mannequin.
===Bianca?===
Amelia's voice causes me to look up at her, eyes red and tears beginning to stream down my face.
***I just --- dunno. All we can do is hope. All we can do is be there and let him know how much he means for us***
A simplistic answer, yes. But it's also the truth. It really is all we can do - for our faith must be in the doctors. In the medical system and Scotty himself.
Just as he was in us during our incidents. In a weird way, this is our way of returning the favour. It's our turn now to be his pillar. To be his shoulder, much as he has been for us.
===Come on, Bianca. I don't think he would want you to be like this.===
A soft smile crosses my face as I stand. Once again, Amelia's right. He wouldn't want me to be like this. He would rather me attempt to hold it together. To try and stand firm. To be the warrior he knows I can be, if for no-one else, for Lucina.
After all, she is the most important thing to him. To me. She is our angel and even at her young age, she mustn't see any sign of fear. Of doubt from me.
For I know even if she cannot truly express it. Or understand it, Scotty cherishes her. And losing him would tear her fabric. Fabric he promised to provide.
***I know ---***
My voice beginning to drift off, I slightly glance to the right. Partially out of reflection, partially outta paranoia. For these past few weeks, I have had this sense. This feeling lingering inside of me that *they* are seeking me. That they wish to remove me from the equation, much like they did to Scotty.
It may be nothing, they may not be attempting to come for me. After all, it would contradict their previous stance of merely being 'Scotty's wife' if they did, but you never know with these people.
After all, if they are willing to put Scotty on the verge of death, what else would they be willing to do, if it meant tearing everything away from him?
***Hey Millie ---***
===Yeah?===
I look at her, as she returns the look. Trying not to be concerned in reponse to my own cautious look.
***Can you make sure our phonelines and internet are on the encrypted line please?***
Confused, she looks into my eyes. She knows about the secret line we have, but doesn't know why I would want her to make sure everything ran through that.
===Why?===
I sigh. As much as I don't want to - I know I'll likely have to tell her at some point. Yet that point is not right now.
***I'll tell you more later, okay?***
Resigned to that being her answer for now, she stands up and begins walking to the computer room. Leaving me alone with my thoughts. With my own mind puncturing within me.
***He might forgive you, but I won't***
These are the very same words I told Jayson Violence that night at the hospital. The night he smashed my iPhone after leaving his visit with Scotty.
It's true though.
Scotty is a lot more forgiving and no matter what I might believe, it is likely he will elect to forget them. That is something they should be thankful for.
***You might believe you've won. You might believe that you've destroyed Scott --- but all that shows me is that you truly don't know the first thing about him. About who he is. About what he has been through.***
Laughing, I remember the stories Scott has told me. Stories that sent shivers down my spine. Stories that make this coma seem like a mere scratch.
***If you did, and I'm sure he would tell you this himself, you would've killed him that night.***
I shake my head, slightly wiping my eyes as I do. Much like the people who attacked me in 2015 would have been better served to kill me, the "Cure" would have been best served to kill Scott - even if for different reasons.
For me, it would have meant I would have had an escape. That I wouldn't have had to go through the torture. The anguish I did.
For Scott, it is simply because leaving him alive means that when he returns --- they best know he is going to break them. He is going to tear everything away from them. Much as they did to him.
***But just know, if you dare try. If you dare wish to finish the job, you will have me to deal with.***
I smile, before thinking about an old phrase. One that has eternally stuck with me.
***You know what they say about a woman scorned.***
I then stand up, beginning to walk toward my room. Well, our room to be more specific. Pulling out my primary phone, I look downward before pressing a number.
***Hey Bec, it's Bianca. I need you to ensure there is constant surveilance on the hospital.***
Smirking, I keep walking.
***Yeah. Make sure that nobody can see it.***
Stopping, I feel a lump form in my throat.
***Thanks.***
I continue walking down the hall, hanging up and allowing my mind to at least try to focus on more positive things. On things that can put my mind at ease. At least temproarily.
For as much as they might think they hold control, they do not realise that I know the chess game. That it's not only Scotty who has the keys.