[center][h2]Myriam Cassedy[/h2]
[h3]Location: Indoor Pool[/h3]
[b]Interactions:[/b] Mayuri ([@Vocab]) ~ Amara ([@HecateProxy])[/center][hr][hr]
Her hands in her hair and her face looking down to the floor as she was curled up in a sitting position, Myriam couldn't hear anything anymore. In her mind there was a constant noise, a [i]whooosh [/i]as though coming from waves hitting against the shore. She was overly glad that the whispers in her head had stopped and there was no voices coming from the hidden speakers anymore.

[color=SkyBlue]"H-hey, a-are you okay..!?"[/color] A slightly panicked voice appreached her sensitive ears, but unlike expected Myriam didn't feel the need to curl up even tighter and hide from it. It was a soft breeze moving through her hair supportingly and giving her lungs fresh, cool air. [colour=SkyBlue]"H-hey..? C-can you hear m-me!?"[/colour] The voice appeared again. A soft breeze. In her current position Myriam could not see, her face was perfectly hidden by her arms, lying on them as she hid. Then something poked her arm. Her head moved slightly, but she felt heavy and had trouble lifting it completely.

[color=Teal]"Shh, shh. It's ok. We're here now. It's ok."[/color] This was not the same voice. It wasn't breezy. It was more like the feeling of grass on your naked skin after a spring rain. Refreshing and relaxing. A little tickling and kind of making you wanna just be happy. Myriam could feel the sun on her skin, on her head, the wind in her hair - but there was none. She was alone in this facility, in this room with a pool, locked up and the noise would sound at any time to attack her with those evil thoughts and whispering voices again. But no. She wasn't alone anymore. The breeze and the green grass were right there.

She lifted her head up and blinkded a few times. Her eyes had trouble adjusting. She didn't cry. There were no tears. The sound of the waves against the shore stopped, the summer breeze in her hair died down and the green grass on her bare skin left to make place for the cold floor she was sitting on. Reality. Her blue-green eyes focused on the two people that were kneeling by her side. Shame washed over her. She couldn't remember how long her little fit took, how long she sat there and how long these girls have been there with her. 

[color=fff79a]"I-I'm sorry."[/color] Her voice needed a little bit to come back fully. The needed silence in her head seemed to have an effect on her voice as well. It sounded rough, as though after coughing too much. [color=fff79a]"I'm Myriam."[/color] She wasn't sure why she told them that. Probably to show that she was not completely insane. Those two must think she was totally nuts and would send her right off to get drugged by someone calling it [i]medical treatment[/i]. She wished no one had noticed her breakdown. She didn't wanna be locked up for being crazy. [i]I am not crazy.[/i] But it was too late for that now.