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May. 5th, 2013 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cagedlambThe nightmares are the worst.
Precious few nights since she'd come here weren't wracked by them. For the most part, she'd been able to keep them to herself without Booker noticing, to turn over and wait to fall back into a fitful sleep, but some got bad. Waking up after seeing the Daisy drenched in her own blood and stumbling toward her to attack her was the kind of thing she couldn't fall asleep after.
She didn't want to wake Booker. She didn't want to lie in bed either, like it invited the ghosts that haunted her dreams to keep coming after her. In a fit of desperation, Elizabeth stood and dressed herself quietly, taking the key to the apartment she shared and some of this city's form of currency as she went. She needed air, she needed time for herself.
There was a tiny diner near their apartment. She knew it was open all night - the sign outside said so - and it was the destination she ultimately decided on, not wanting to be outside in the dark alone either. The diner was quiet when she entered, a single waitress at the helm of the entire establishment. She came over with a kindly smile, offering to sit her at a table, offering her the menu when she got her to one of the ones near the door.
She waved the menu off and simply asked for a cup of tea. It didn't take her long to return with some hot water with a tea bag in it, placing it gently in front of her. She offered a small smile to the woman before looking down at her tea and trying to focus on calming down.
It was a little while later - she was on her second cup of tea - when she heard the telltale sounds of someone else entering the diner. Glancing up for the first time since she asked for another cup, she looked over to the door, admittedly curious as to who else was up at such an hour.
Precious few nights since she'd come here weren't wracked by them. For the most part, she'd been able to keep them to herself without Booker noticing, to turn over and wait to fall back into a fitful sleep, but some got bad. Waking up after seeing the Daisy drenched in her own blood and stumbling toward her to attack her was the kind of thing she couldn't fall asleep after.
She didn't want to wake Booker. She didn't want to lie in bed either, like it invited the ghosts that haunted her dreams to keep coming after her. In a fit of desperation, Elizabeth stood and dressed herself quietly, taking the key to the apartment she shared and some of this city's form of currency as she went. She needed air, she needed time for herself.
There was a tiny diner near their apartment. She knew it was open all night - the sign outside said so - and it was the destination she ultimately decided on, not wanting to be outside in the dark alone either. The diner was quiet when she entered, a single waitress at the helm of the entire establishment. She came over with a kindly smile, offering to sit her at a table, offering her the menu when she got her to one of the ones near the door.
She waved the menu off and simply asked for a cup of tea. It didn't take her long to return with some hot water with a tea bag in it, placing it gently in front of her. She offered a small smile to the woman before looking down at her tea and trying to focus on calming down.
It was a little while later - she was on her second cup of tea - when she heard the telltale sounds of someone else entering the diner. Glancing up for the first time since she asked for another cup, she looked over to the door, admittedly curious as to who else was up at such an hour.
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Date: 2013-06-12 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-15 12:29 am (UTC)That was a complicated question, and it showed on Carolyn's face. "I have someone who follows me around, claiming he's keeping an eye on me, but I'm not so sure what his motives are." She sighed and rubbed at her eyes. The coffee was starting to make her jittery. She should probably switch to tea. "Worry isn't really the right word."