Chapter 1
Pastel groans awake in her humble bedroom. Her alarm buzzing annoyingly, jarring her from her peaceful slumber. She lazily slaps for the snooze button as the morning sun begins to peak through her yellowing windows- aged from decades of being stuck on this decrepit house. Pastel puts her feet down on the cold splintering floor. "You need socks dummy..." Pastel hears an all too familiar voice ringing through her mind- like a thought- but not her own. It felt foreign but not in a way she had never felt before. In a way that told her whose thoughts played for her. Violet's. Her voice different than Pastel's even in the mind- even if Violet wasn't the one in the drivers seat. A sultry and often cold- sometimes cruel- voice that tickled Pastel's mind all the time. Sometimes even forcing her way to the front, pushing Pastel into a dark void. Something Violet was begrudgingly quite used to.
She hadn't realized Violet was just responding to her own thoughts raving through- damning the cold floor. She thought back- like whispering in a void- "Shhhh...I don't need you filling up my head today...please...." She internally begged. Violet knew she had a lot on her mind today. They both did. Today was a day they had been dreading for a month. She kept herself from snapping at the "..MY head" comment and remained quiet after a quick huff. Pastel felt Violet's annoyance like an invading splinter- but continued to the door as she begrudgingly pulled on her socks. "Today's the day....I'm scared Violet" she admits internally to her constant company. Violet could feel Pastel's emotions loudly- like being stuck in a room full of speakers all pointing at you. "I know....don't remind me..." Violet huffed trying to be her usual self. She knew Pastel was weaker...softer...innocent. Her heart broke for Pastel. Pastel feels it. She cries holding the door handle. Violet listens quietly.
After a moment, Pastel gathers herself. She places her old boots on and a nice-ish dress. It's all her father could afford her. She feels Violet let out a chuckle- "What a hideous garment....I guess it's perfect for trading your daughter's body for your own safety....disgusting prick...." Violets rage begins to boil beneath Pastels skin. She had become quite used to Violets temper- years of practice helped soothe the difficulties of feeling emotions that aren't your own. Pastel could now mostly ignore Violets emotional outbursts. Before, it was very difficult to place what emotions were her and what emotions came from Violet. Pastel took a deep breath before responding, "No....father is doing what he has to do...you can't blame him for wanting to survive...even if you can blame his stupidity." She whispered calmly in her thoughts-even as she held back her own tears over the situation. Violet huffed and took a step deeper in the void- to let Pastel have a moment, but she needed a private moment too.
The void was something Pastel had rarely experienced. Usually Pastel was the one in control of the body- the mind is where it felt cramped. When Violet had gained enough strength to start pushing through to the front- it was rarely at the consent of Pastel. When it would happen, Pastel could not see, could not feel her own body- she could only know what was happening from Violets thoughts and her emotions ringing sharply around her. Violet was known to try and push Pastel down further, where even thoughts and emotions went silent- but after a rather traumatic experience with this, Violet rarely ever dared to try again. She did love Pastel, even if her love was tinged with a slight jealousy. Violet sat quietly in the deep space. Thinking of ways she could protect Pastel. Thinking of ways she could stop this from happening.
