#And a tentative plan to finally exorcise Lex from Lena's mind and body

[thatonebirdwrites]

I listened to Aurora -- how did I not know of this artist earlier??? -- and it like supercharged me enough to do the supercorptober 'poet' prompt and finish editing this chapter finally. But now my body and brain is like, 'wtf, calm down' and I sort of want to pass out. But there's only two chapters left. I think. Unless I split one up again.

This story, I wrote from my heart and soul, dredging myself in full vulnerability in hopes it helps folks understand DID better, to know that as complex as DID might seem, how hard it is to live with, there's still beauty there. There's still hope, and we're just as human and worthy of love as everyone else. And choosing healing is perhaps the hardest decision one can ever make. But all of us, including you my dear readers, have the strength burning inside to make that choice. To choose healing, to choose love, to choose and fight for hope. Stay safe. And let me know your thoughts.

EXCERPT:

Lena and Rory

When the world caves in on her, Lena retreats into her mind. There her and her alters have constructed a comforting sanctuary, a fair echo of what she wants to believe her life was like before the Luthors. Usually it’s Kieran or Angry who pushes her to finally front again.

Never Rory.

So being pushed to co-front with Rory ignites a headache within the incessant fog. She blinks up at a familiar face, who kneels next to her. She lays flat on her back on the carpet, her clothes the warm Star Wars pajamas Rory loves so much. Pain prickles at the top of her head, like icy fingers lacing through her synapses.

In theory, she knows Supergirl rescued her and brought her home. That Sam, Ruby, and Kara have been taking care of Rory, but despite this, she can’t recall anything beyond the images that Rory shyly provides. With them comes the warmth Rory feels toward the others, even Kara. Contrasted with her own anger toward Kara, it sparks a confusing mire of emotions.

The burning sensation seethes through her mind. If she’s honest, she’s not entirely certain if she’s awake in the real world or lost in a maze in her subconscious still. Because did Rory truly push her to the front?

She rubs her finger along the leather of her sofa. Real and solid. The fabric against her skin feels soft, and the air holds a scent of lavender from a nearby scent candle. Her senses solidify that this is reality.

Lena, gingerly, pushes herself to a sitting position and leans against the sofa, one hand pressed to her head. "Ugh, Why?" She asks Rory, but the child alter only pulses with worry and a hint of fear.

“Lena?” Kelly asks, her tone neutral, but concern written across her features.