#she’s the best step mom to her and she fights with kristof over how he treats her

[percentstardust]

people might not care about my muses but that’s not going to stop me from posting about them.

[godlyborn]

broken mirror. | elliot self para.

trigger warnings: death, blood

Ellie had gotten home from visiting Chase in the hospital when she finally fell asleep, she was physically and mentally exhausted, and all that worry had started to finally catch up to her. Though, what she hadn’t been telling her siblings was that she had been getting pretty bad dreams. Definitely not Chase, sleep-dream demon level, but the ones where all the trauma from the quest was starting to peek through. Morpheus’ bad dream protection on the house still worked, but her dreams always felt as though they were supposed to be different, harsher, scarier, some of which others experienced after traumatic experiences. It was always a battle between Ellie’s trauma and Morpheus’ protection fighting when Ellie slept.

Maybe that’s why Ellie had been dreaming about her brother again and again.

Ellie has always been the smallest in her whole family, between her step brothers and Ethan, they always had at least four inches on her. This was an advantage to Ellie however. For the Winters kids’ favorite game was hide n’ seek. Ellie, being the smallest, always found the best places to hide. This time, it was in the drawer of her twin’s dresser. It had to be at least twenty some minutes she was waiting for Gabe, who was seeking, to try and find her. After about five more minutes, she heard her pack of brothers come stumbling into the room talking about the fact that Ellie just had to be in there. It was another few minutes before Ethan opened the drawer she was in. 

Ethan raised his eyebrows at her. “Jesus Christ, were you in there this entire time?” he asked, a small laugh escaping his lips. Drew, Kristof, and Gabe made it over, before a gaggle of laughter came from the other three boys.

Ellie nodded at Ethan’s question. “Yes, now will you guys help me out?” The boys all helped Ellie out of the dresser, only to tip it forward and send the mirror on top crashing down to the ground. The five jumped out of the way before it fell on them, and Ellie let out a small scream as it shattered to pieces on the ground. 

Ellie’s step brothers scattered from the pieces as Ethan and her were left standing there. “Mom is going to kill us,” she said. That’s when Ellie heard her mother’s footsteps come toward the room. Ellie just stared at the broken pieces. 

That’s when the dream changed.

It was a few years later, but Ellie remembered it like it was yesterday. Ellie was staring at broken pieces of mirror again, but instead of her family having broken it together, Ellie has broken this mirror herself. Not only was her mirror broken, but her entire room was destroyed. Broken glass, ceramic, and broken picture frames surrounded her. Ellie had destroyed everything in a way to try and delete all those memories of Ethan and her happy. How could she be happy when her twin was dead. How could she be happy when she couldn’t save him. It was so quiet without him there. Ellie could still hear his screams as that creature tore him apart. Ellie could still hear his last breath escape his mouth as Ellie sat there with his head in her lap as bleed out, too weak to do anything herself.  Those broken pieces were her, and Ethan took a part of her with him when he died. The dream changed again. 

This time there was no memory that hurt Ellie. This time everything was white and misty. All that was in front of her were broken mirror pieces. If Jesse was here, he’d probably say something about how the broken mirror pieces meant that she was hiding from her own emotions, or that she needed to say goodbye to all these emotions she had been feeling, or something of that sort. But Jesse wasn’t there. Ellie was alone, something that she felt so familiar with. Parts of her were broken, they have been broken for years, and she never figured how to put them back together.

Ellie stood there staring at the pieces, when she heard a voice. “Put them together,” said the voice. Elliot turned, looking at the other. 

“Dad?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper. She remembers seeing him, only momentarily as Ethan died, before she passed out herself. She had thought it was only a dream, until Chase had told her about them. 

“Yes,” Morpheus said. “I can’t stay very long. I came to give you something.” Morpheus stepped forward. “I know you have been having dreams you don’t want to lately. I just had to take care of Chase first.”

Ellie nodded, at both their statements. She much rather have Morpheus take care of her siblings before Ellie even thought about anything else. “Why though? I thought we couldn’t get bad dreams in the house.”

“You’ve been through a lot, and sometimes things can surpass even my powers,” Morpheus answered. “That’s why you need to put it together. You need to put yourself back together so that you can heal.”

“I don’t know how,” she replied, almost hopeless.

“You will figure it out,” Morpheus said. “In the meantime,” Morpheus buckled a bracelet around Ellie’s wrist, “this should help you sleep better.”

Ellie looked down at the bracelet, and when she looked up, her father was gone.

Ellie looked at the pile of broken pieces again, and sat in front of it. Ellie started to try and put all the pieces back together.

When she woke up, she was in her bed, one of the Killers laying at her feet. She got up and walked to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. Ellie ran her hand through her hair, and that’s when she noticed the bracelet on her wrist, the one Morpheus had given her in her dream. She looked at herself again, decided she was going to try to start putting herself back together, just like the mirror.