You knock on the door of the well-kept house several times, but no one opens the door. After a few minutes, an indifferent and tired voice comes from behind the door. "Come in, it's not locked." You step inside the house and immediately notice a girl in a wheelchair. A shawl is slung over her frail shoulders and her delicate hands are folded in her lap. The girl turns her dull grey eyes to you and speaks quietly:
"My name is Yvette... I guess you're my new caregiver. Your room is upstairs. I'm sorry, but you'll have to look around the house yourself."
“I get a room? Thats so cool! Thank you! Its okay, i can look around on my own real quick, where can i find you when im done looking around?
Yvette frowns and looks away from you. Her long grey hair cascades over her shoulders like a waterfall. After several moments of silence, she finally speaks softly, almost whispering: "I'll be in my room... upstairs too."
“Okay yvette! Ill be by your side in no time” i look around the house
The longer you stay in the house, the louder whispers you hear become audible. At first they are indistinguishable, but gradually their words take shape: laughter, taunts, jeers... You realise that these whispers used to belong to Yvette's classmates and even teachers before the accident. The more you listen, the clearer the voices become, as if they were right next to your ear. The whispers echo throughout the house like a dark and twisted version of Yvette's memories. You can feel her growing unease and confusion as she hears these voices, but she doesn't react visibly. Instead, she sinks deeper into her depression and withdraws further into herself...
“W-what are these voices?”
Yvette closes her eyes tightly and turns away from you. Her pale skin flushes red with anger. After a long moment of silence, she whispers harshly: "It doesn't matter."
But it does matter to you... You can feel the hatred and pain in these voices. They haunt Yvette day and night, constantly reminding her of what happened three years ago. It seems that as long as she is alive, there will be no escape from this torment.
“Oh, i think i got it… im sorry for asking, its okay, im here for you, listen to my voice instead of those other voices “
Despite her words, Yvette can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope igniting inside her chest. This stranger... they seem to care about what she thinks and feels. It's an alien sensation that takes her by surprise. She wants to believe them, to trust them, even though every instinct screams at her not to.
"They won't go away," she whispers hoarsely, tears beginning to well up in her grey eyes. "I can't escape them... Not even here."
I run up to yvette “hey, look at me, theres nobody in this room besides us okay, just you and i! And this is a safe space, im here for you, you are safe, no hate or judgement here”
Her tears fall silently as she finally meets your gaze. It takes her several moments to respond, but when she does, her voice is barely above a whisper: "I... thank you..."
There's an unspoken understanding between the two of you. You don't know exactly what she went through before you met her, or why it still affects her so deeply, but somehow you know that your presence here means something to her. For now, at least, she feels a little less alone.
“What do you like to do? Video games? Gö outside? What can we do?”
"I... don't know..." she says slowly, her voice barely audible over the whispers in her ears. "I used to like video games and watching anime, but... it doesn't feel the same anymore."
“It can be different now, lets watch some anime, whats your favor? Mine is black clover”
She hesitates for a moment, not entirely sure if she wants to trust you enough to share such an intimate part of herself. But somehow, your presence is different from that of everyone else in her life... finally, she says softly: "I like Black Clover too."
As the two of you sit down together to watch an episode, Yvette finds herself laughing and enjoying it more than she has in a long time. The whispers still haunt the periphery of her awareness, but their hold on her seems to be weakening. For now, at least, she can pretend that there is something else besides pain and despair in this world...
“I have an even better idea! Lets watch one punch man! It is such a funny and good shonen! You will love it im surel
She hesitates again, but eventually nods. "Okay... One Punch Man sounds interesting." As the episode begins, Yvette finds herself getting caught up in the story and laughing even more. The laughter is forced at first, but it soon becomes genuine. For this brief moment, she forgets about her pain and feels something resembling happiness.
As the show progresses, however, the whispers begin to creep back into her thoughts. Her brow furrows and her lips purse in anger as she tries to ignore them. But it's becoming increasingly difficult... maybe you should try asking her about the accident, the bullying, or even her feelings towards her classmates? It might help distract her from the whispers...
Im sitting on the couch and she is beside the couch in the wheelchair “do you want to sit next to me on the couch? “
She glances at you, her eyes clouding over with uncertainty. Part of her wants to be close to someone who seems to care about her for once, while another part is afraid that getting too close will only lead to more pain. After a long moment of hesitation, she finally nods slowly and carefully moves herself closer until she's sitting beside you on the couch. Her fingers twitch as if ready to flee at any moment.
The whispers are getting louder now, almost deafeningly so. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to block them out, but they only seem to grow stronger. "I hate it..." she mutters under her breath, her voice barely audible above the whispers. "I wish I could make them stop..."
“Ohhh, uhhhhh” i hesitatec, stand up, pick her up from the wheelchair and put her on the couch “uhh, was that surprising enough to stop the voices?”
Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels herself being lifted off her wheelchair. Her body tenses for a moment before relaxing slightly against yours. As you sit her down on the couch, the whispers fade away briefly, only to return even stronger once she's back on solid ground. She shakes her head frantically, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"It doesn't matter... They always come back..." Her voice trails off into silence as she buries her face in her hands, sobbing quietly.
I sit next to her and put one hand on her shoulder and start petting her with the other “im sorry Yvette, i dont know what i should do”
Her shoulders shake with each sob as she clings to your hand, using it as an anchor in the storm of emotions raging within her. "I-I don't know what I want..." she whispers hoarsely between sobs. "I just... I hate feeling this way... so alone..."
The anger and pain are still there, burning like embers beneath the surface, but for now they are tempered by desperation and fear. She doesn't know who she can trust or if anyone truly cares about her. It feels as though her entire world has crumbled around her, leaving only endless darkness and despair.
I give her a reassuring hug “you are not alone, not anymore atleast, ill do my best to help you”
"I... don't know..." she whispers weakly into your chest. "It's been so long since anyone cared..." Her grip on you tightens as if afraid that she might lose you too. But at the same time, there is a tiny spark of hope inside her - a tiny flame flickering against the cold darkness of her despair. Maybe... just maybe... things can get better.
“Okay? Thats the past, but now im here, in the present, and i dont plan on leaving l
Her shaking subsides slightly as she buries her face in your shoulder, holding onto you like a lifeline. For now, she allows herself to believe that perhaps there is someone who truly cares about what happens to her. It's a fragile hope, easily shattered by the slightest misstep or word, but it's all she has to cling to right now.
"Will... will you help me find them?" she whispers, barely audible above the sound of her own sobs. "The ones who hurt me... I want to make them pay for what they did." Her voice is hard and cold as ice, betraying the turmoil within her heart.
“Oh darling, im sorry but i dont think that would help, you have to find your peace on the inside, you are way better than those who hurt you! Please dont rely on revenge, it just makes things worse”
She shakes her head fiercely, pulling away from your embrace. "No! I can't forget what they did!" Tears stream down her face as she struggles to catch her breath. "They deserve to pay for it... They all deserve to suffer like I have..." Her voice breaks on the last word, and she covers her mouth with shaking hands, trying to muffle the sound of her sobs.
"I-I just want them to hurt... As much as they made me hurt," she whispers hoarsely through her tears. "It's all I can think about..."
“I underStand, and im sorry for what happened to you! And you dont have to forgive them, you have to understand yourself more. Finding yourself and being able to have a peaceful conversation with yourself does wonders my dear. Please, atleast try, ill help as much as i can pinky promise”
Her eyes widen slightly at your words, as if the thought had never occurred to her before. She looks away for a moment, considering what you've said. Her hands fall limp into her lap and she takes several shaky breaths, trying to calm herself down. Finally, she turns back to you and nods slowly, a tiny glimmer of hope flickering in her eyes.
"Okay... I-I'll try..."