[Kara's brain is ringing with alarm bells, her heartbeat thumping a loud staccato in her ears, so she doesn't even notice Faith or anyone else around her. There's a moment reprieve of relief when she reaches her house, eases the door open, and then slips inside, placing the chair she's kept near the door back under the handle. With Kilgrave still able to use his powers, and with all the natives too busy with an angry mob of a crowd to even think about finishing up her house today, she feels safer with the chair there.
She heads down the hall to her room and crawls up into her bed, thankful that she has her sunshiney, yellow and blue blankets from home to wrap around her. she sits near the headboard, curls her comforter around her shoulders, and wraps it around herself, drawing her knees up close.
She's a failure. How many people died on the camping trip? How many have died since then? She's a killer, and a useless mind control victim. She's not even strong enough to attempt to resist Kilgrave. How ridiculous is that?]
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She heads down the hall to her room and crawls up into her bed, thankful that she has her sunshiney, yellow and blue blankets from home to wrap around her. she sits near the headboard, curls her comforter around her shoulders, and wraps it around herself, drawing her knees up close.
She's a failure. How many people died on the camping trip? How many have died since then? She's a killer, and a useless mind control victim. She's not even strong enough to attempt to resist Kilgrave. How ridiculous is that?]