We heard the knocking and banging from up the stairs before we were even
half way up and instinctively we both knew where it was coming from, we had
left her to long in while we tried to sort herself out and as we all expected
she was now in trouble.
“Oh crap,” I muttered to Emmet before picking up the pace
and taking the rest of the stairs at a run and sprinting up the corridor
towards dream where the disturbance was.
For the want of a better world Mi had gone crazy as I almost expected
but because there was a lack of anything obvious to use as a cutting weapon and
her brain had been too frenzied to even try and think of one she had taken it
upon herself to take on the walls of her room with a battering ram; the
battering ram in question being herself.
Normally there wouldn’t have been many ways to take on this situation
apart from deliberate with whoever was helping you; quick, and then take
whoever it was to the floor, however myself and Emmet needed no time to
deliberate with each other, one look explained exactly what we were going to do
and we both new taking her to the floor was a bad idea. She was already terrified
that either Emmet or I was going to demand something unspeakable of her because
we gave her the medication that she needed to breath and both of us swiping her
feet from under her then proceeding to bundle on her back was not going to help
her emotional distress at all.
“Mi, I shouted taking off to the right off the room while Emmet took off
to the left, “Mi stop it!” I winced as she threw her whole body off of one of the
walls with a hideous crack.
“No, why should I?” She shouted almost angrily again like she had been
with us in the clinic room but her anger was fully turned onto herself now she
hated her mind and she hated her body for how it made her feel and she wanted
to punish it, she wanted to make it hurt like it had made her hurt. She knew
that it was a vicious cercal but she also knew she had to try.
“Because you are
going to hurt you’re self and if
that isn’t a reason enough
then another one is if you don’t stop we will
restrain you!” I yelled readying myself for a restraint that
I didn’t want to perform at the same time as Emmet did are bodies moving in the
same fluid moment in perfect time with each other, regret for the actions we
were about to preform making us slightly heavier in our movements.
“I don’t fucking care, I’ve been restrained so
much now It doesn’t bother me but if I’m going down I’m not going there without a fight.” Mi yelled and with
one last bout of effort she throw her fist into a wall with everything she had
put behind it and as bone and wall collided something snapped signaling the
fight was over. The wall had won.
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