“Yes, I know that when I’m with you I’m at home” — Home, RWBY Volume 4
I silently shadowed Marie when we got to her house. I eyed the dogs shyly and watched the cats slinking around. I glanced back at her while she talked about her chores. I followed her outside to take care of her birds and my voices muttered about the darkness. Trying desperately not to get in the way, I was of course constantly in the wrong place.
I stared at the chickens with mixed feelings. They were pretty, and I knew Marie loved them, but I was wary. It was not really that I was afraid they would hurt me. I was more afraid that I would step on or break one if I touched them. Vaguely, I wanted to pet them and see what their feathers felt like, since I had seen Marie do that. I listened to Marie talking to the chickens and couldn’t help smiling. I felt her happy, excited, nervous energy.
One time I was in the way was kind of hilarious, because it took me awhile to realize I was. We ended up facing each other and I got distracted. Even in the dark, she was pretty. And I may have forgotten everything else and just stared at her, reminding myself I was really in Florida.
“Sable, you’re actually in the way.”
“Sorry, sorry!” I squeaked and moved.
When we went inside, I followed her into her room. We sat on her bed and I stole glances at her as my voices acted up. Nervously I mentioned my voices, and she wondered if holding hands would distract me.
When I took her hand my voices shrieked, as if in pain, and then there was silence. True silence.
Post 28 in Socially Unacceptable: The Daily Life of a Queer Schizophrenic Wreck (2022)
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