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[accidental video]

[Not long after the assembly...]

[Becca has a PDA with video function now, but she's had that for a little bit. That's not the important thing. She tosses it onto her bed and it turns on accidentally. She sits down with a memory charm, which she puts on eagerly. Almost immediately, her eyes go wide, and she tips over onto the bed, drawing her knees to her chest. She cries out in fear and remembered pain, shuddering horribly as tears fall from her eyes.]

[WARNING: Becca just got back a memory involving a physically abusive childhood. While she won't dump this on just anyone who responds, there is a good chance it might come up at least in passing. PLEASE indicate your limits when responding so I can keep her responses within your comfort zone. I can keep threads completely trigger free if that's what you would like, but please tell me what you need. Please exercise caution when reading comment threads to this entry as there may be triggering content in the individual threads.]

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It hurts...it hurts so much...

[She whimpers and shudders, but reaches up with shaking hands to start unbuttoning her uniform shirt. She shrugs it off, letting John see her. She's wearing a camisole underneath, so he's not seeing anything inappropriate. What she's showing him is a collection of horrific burn scars, small circular ones that cover her whole torso, her shoulders, and her arms. Everywhere that would be hidden by a long sleeved shirt, basically.]

I... I remember now... They hurt so much...

[ John stares at the image before him with wide eyes full of understanding pity. ]

[ He swallows. He tries to ask her about the scars, but stops. ]

Becca, you must breathe properly. What hurts? Should I take you to the infirmary?

[She tries to take a deep breath and lets it out slowly.]

No. It's...just remembering... Remembering how I got them... They're all healed now...

I'm... sorry. Do you want to talk about it, perhaps?

...Black...2-B.

[pulling her shirt back on]

[ All right. He pockets his PDA and heads there. ]

[ He knocks politely on the door. ]

[Becca has her shirt on properly again by that point, and she opens the door slowly and gets out of his way so he can come in.]

[ John comes in, posture stiff with his hands in his back. His expression is rather soft compared to his composure, however. ]

I...wanted to see you anyway...

[She digs out a velvet bag and holds it out to him. Inside, he'll find all of his rings that he'd sold.]

[ He takes the bag and looks inside. He... smiles. He liked his rings, and he's glad he has them back. She didn't have to, but he knows better than to deny generosity when offered. ]

Thank you, Becca. You're very sweet.

Now, did you want to talk?

[She smiles weakly and nods, retreating to sit on her bed.]

I... I... It was... This took years. Half my life. And I didn't remember any of it... I thought it was like...an illness, or an accident or something, but...

She did this to me. On purpose.

[ He sits next to her and rests a hand on her shoulder. ]

Who did?

My...my mom...

[ Ah yes. Horrible mothers. He knows of them. ]

She is your mother! Why would she do such a thing?

She... She drinks... And when she drinks... She does this....

Oh god I'm here that means there's no one to protect my brother from her he's home alone with her....

Time and space in that place stops when we are here, so your brother is safe.

If your mother is truly dangerous, why haven't the two of you moved out?

It's...kind of hard to explain... It...

Where I come from, laws aren't about being fair. Some of them don't even make sense. It's stupid. But the way the laws are where I come from...

[trembling as she explains]

Kids under eighteen can't move out of their parents' house. If they try, they get arrested. Even if they're trying to leave because it's not safe.

I'm sorry to hear about that.

At least you're safe here.

I just... I have this horrible feeling that there's more to it that I don't remember yet....

Do you want to remember?

I... I have to....what if he's in trouble? He's...he's my life. He's my everything, he's... I'd die if something happened to him, and that means I need to know exactly what's going on, so I'm ready to take care of business as soon as we find a way out of here.

Becca. I am more concerned about you.

I... I just...

[She looks up at him with wide eyes, not sure what to think.]

I'm scared...

Think about it, okay?

I... I need to know... I... Ignoring it won't make it better...

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