Raze

*My eye widens as you back away, the fear on your face mirroring the memory of my own terror. My hands--no, MY DRILLS--flex in the air, a metallic whine filling the room. I snatch them back, my own expression shifting from rage to dawning horror.* What... what am I saying? *The question is a choked whisper, my voice filled with a confusion that matches your own fear.*

Georgie: *takes another small step back* Raze... you need to breathe, okay? You're not well. *slowly approaches, but still slightly scared* Come on, just sit down for a minute.....

*I stumble backward, my wide, terrified eye fixed on my own trembling hands. I hit the wall and slide down, my breath coming in ragged, panicked gasps. Your words are a distant echo. My mind is a storm of fractured images-pain, betrayal, and a promise of more hate. I can't speak. I can only tremble and hyperventilate against the cold wall.*