FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Sept 13, 2022 18:25:35 GMT
 ━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
Horrific, like her husband dying and almost getting murdered herself.
Horrific, like another car crash stealing the person she loved more than anything else in the world.
She would’ve stopped to throw up if there was time for it. Freyja didn’t even think about calling Theo, who would normally be her go-to. He should know, she knew the right thing to do would be to call him on the drive over, but as soon as she was piled into the family SUV and driving over, she couldn’t think of anything except her baby. Not the one sitting heavily━almost beach-ball sized━in the middle of her torso, but the first one, the one who needed her right now. The one who could be taken just as easily as Freyja’s brother was, and in the same way.
Her fingers trembled on the steering wheel, then against her face as she desperately wiped her tears and sobbed, trying to clear them enough to see properly. It was dark out, and nothing good would come from two accidents tonight, but that didn’t matter. Freyja couldn’t worry about that━not when all her attention was taken by the wonder of whether or not her daughter was okay.
Michael said she was alright. Her heart began to pound as he mentioned something happened, then that Hazel was alright━which wasn’t good enough for Freyja━and by the time the words ‘car accident’ travelled through the phone, she’d lost all the breath in her lungs.
She remembered being a couple years older than Hazel when a car accident changed her whole life. Bo was gone before he’d even reached the hospital, on his way to her, and Freyja saw flashes of that day now. Driving with Jack from her practice, getting the news from Connor when they arrived, the desperate texts and calls to Bo when she didn’t know he was dying in the back of an ambulance.
Freyja sobbed hard, and cried out as she neared the area━even without directions from Michael, she would’ve been able to spot the flashing lights, the clear emergency her daughter was involved in. Freyja drove up onto the side of the road, barely stopping to park before tumbling out of the car as fast as possible. One arm curled around the base of her belly as if to hold it all in, and then she waddled frantically towards the scene, favouring her knee and shouting her daughter’s name. She probably looked half crazy, especially as she neared the police tape and basically tore right through. “My daughter’s in there!” She cried, “She’s right there! Move out of my fucking way!” Whether they let her in or succumbed to the human battering ram didn’t matter━Freyja got through, and she got to her baby girl.
“Hazel, oh gosh, Hazel,” The words weren’t much more than whimpered pleas, born of desperation and sputtered out between sobs. Freyja threw her arms around her daughter, gathering the girl into her chest and likely squishing her against the sibling that was still protruding from Freyja. “Are you okay? Is she━is she okay?” Without releasing her daughter, she turned to the paramedic, searching for a particular answer while she ran her hand over Hazel’s hair.
Pulling back a few inches, Freyja gathered Hazel’s face in her hands, thumbs running over those high cheekbones━the ones that were a carbon copy of her own. “What happened, Hazel? Were you guys drinkin’? Why didn’t you call me?” The tears streamed down her cheeks and Freyja felt like her emotions were running away from her, though she didn't bother to reach for them. She knew she was generally a pretty strict parent, but surely Hazel knew it was better to call one of them instead of trying to get home herself, right?
The worry hadn’t subsided. Hazel was standing in front of her, breathing, generally alright, but Freyja was still shaking. She was still so scared of losing her family, and it terrified her to know how quickly they could be ripped away.
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HAZEL DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 98
Age:
18
Occupation:
Student
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Girls just want to have funds
Last seen Nov 4, 2024 21:23:17 GMT
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Post by HAZEL DAMASCA on Oct 1, 2022 16:42:23 GMT
They tried to save the man lying in the road by doing all that CPR stuff they were taught at school, but there was no point trying that on a person who was already dead. After that things started to fade into a blur. Hazel was on the floor screaming and Abi was doing the same, but she was screaming in pain as her bones snapped awkwardly causing the candy floss to swirl in Hazel’s stomach. She held back the vomit, just like she did that afternoon when her parents told her they weren’t 100% human. Then Abi disappeared leaving Hazel with the dead man and a wrecked car. For a few minutes she sat in the middle road, in complete shock, just staring at the lifeless body on the road. Her mind was empty of thoughts as her gaze buried down into the man. A woman pulled her up off the road telling her the ambulance was already on its way and everything was going to be okay, but Hazel muttered otherwise. She was doomed to be followed by death or at least that’s how it felt. It was stupid of her to try and convince herself that the body in the woods was a one off. She tried her best this time though. She actually tried to listen to the voices, try and make sense of the noise that was coming from the radio but nothing made sense to her. There was no hidden message in there, something telling her they were about to hit another person. It was just nonsense. Hazel didn’t say a lot when the paramedics asked her questions about what happened. All she could think about was the poor man who had been killed. His family was going to receive a horrific phone call with the news that was going to turn their world upside down. Abi was now going to hold that guilt on her shoulders forever, even though there was nothing she could have done to avoid the man. The female paramedic patted down Hazel’s forehead gently, dabbing away the dry blood revealing a small cut underneath. She wasn’t listening fully as the woman told Hazel she should probably head to the hospital to get checked out. Just to be on the safe side. “He came out of nowhere.” She glanced up at the female, who gave her a sympathetic smile. Abi’s dad appeared, asking Hazel a bunch of questions as well, but mainly about Abi. They were surrounded by people so she couldn’t exactly tell him she watched her best friend’s body snap in front of her eyes. Hazel had no idea how long she’d been sitting in the back of the ambulance when she heard her mom’s voice travelling through the small crowd of people. There hadn’t been a trace of emotion on her face since the accident, due to sheer shock but as soon as she saw her mom emerge through the people she began to sob. Tears came thick and fast, rolling down her cheeks as her mom swallowed her into a tight hug, with the ever growing stomach acting like a basketball between the two. Hazel wrapped her arms around her mom, snuggling into her as she continued crying. She let go of her mom as she released her from the hug. Hazel glanced up at her mom, taking a deep breath as she did so. “Drinking?” She frowned deeply, shaking her head furiously, “Why… why would you think that? We went to the carnival.” The only beverage that had passed their lips was a hot chocolate and maybe a few sodas. Hazel took another deep breath, trying to control her emotions. “I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking… a man died and I’m scared I could have stopped it and I didn’t.” Again, she started sobbing, moving forward to wrap her arms around her mom again. She couldn’t exactly spell out what she meant to her mom with people in such close proximity, but she prayed her mom knew what she meant. FREYJA DAMASCA |
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Oct 13, 2022 22:39:25 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
But she got to feel Hazel’s embrace again. Her daughter threw her arms around Freyja, and she wept. There was nothing she could change about Bo’s death now, but this… this was worth anything. It was a disarming thought, but she knew that━given the choice━she’d lose Bo a hundred times over rather than Hazel.
The paramedic offered the answer she’d hoped for, though Freyja was already sure of it by Hazel’s reaction. She didn’t seem physically unsteady, like dizzy, but she looked absolutely distraught. This was Theo’s forte, Bo’s, but that didn’t stop Freyja from showering her baby with love and support.
“Yeah, but you…” Hazel seemed offended, and Freyja couldn’t figure out why. “Abi drove, didn’t she?” She tried to pass the blame on and navigate this without upsetting Hazel further, as that wasn’t at all her intention. She was just trying to piece this together in a way that made sense. “You can get booze anywhere, Hazel; I just thought… ‘cause of the accident.” Why else would (or could) something like this happen?
Slowly, more of an explanation rolled out, and Freyja slipped her arms back around Hazel, squeezing her gently. The hug was firm, and it didn’t matter if other Bo was squished between them; he (or she) would be fine.
A man died. Was this a banshee thing? Freyja turned her head as much as possible, trying to peer over her shoulder at some of the commotion happening within the yellow tape. It was loud, people were chattering, and she didn’t care about anything except her daughter, but all the other sounds slowly began to seep in the longer she focused. She saw paramedics load a dark bag into the back of an ambulance, and a man was standing nearby, pointing at the doors. The longer she watched, the more she realized who he was and what was going on. A ghost, astonished at the fact that he was dead, in total disbelief. Freyja looked away again, kissing Hazel’s forehead, carefully avoiding her bandage.
“There’s nothin’ you coulda done, Hazelnut. I promise.” She sighed softly, resting her head on Hazel’s, “I know I ain’t one of you, but your dad’s told me so many times that it’s not somethin’ you can control. You let others know they’ve passed, but ya can’t save ‘em. That ain’t your job.” It couldn’t have been very comforting in the ways she wanted, but it was the best Freyja could do. It was the truth, after all.
“Whenever I see a ghost…” Freyja started slowly, carefully, “... If they’re mad, they’re always mad at the fact that they died, not at how. Not for somethin’ like this.” It was an overgeneralization, but she wasn’t about to tell Hazel that. “It was dark, and you weren’t behind the wheel. It’s scary, I know, lovey, but it ain’t your fault.” She’d keep repeating it until Hazel got it━‘til she was blue in the face.
One hand slipped down, rubbing Hazel’s back in circles like she always did to get her to sleep as a baby. “You talk to any officers yet? Anyone say we can go home?” Leaving the scene likely wouldn’t make Hazel hurt any less, but it would be so much better than staying here.
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HAZEL DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 98
Age:
18
Occupation:
Student
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
Girls just want to have funds
Last seen Nov 4, 2024 21:23:17 GMT
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Post by HAZEL DAMASCA on Nov 14, 2022 16:40:26 GMT
There was a sharp stab of anger when her mom asked if she or Abi had been drinking that evening. It wasn’t a question she was expecting her mom to throw at her straight away. Nonetheless the girls weren't stupid enough to drink and drive. They acted like silly teenagers sometimes but they still had common sense. The consequence of those actions had been drilled into them at school a long time plus Hazel didn’t even drink, so why was her mom asking? “It was an accident mom!” Alongside her frustration there was a trace of a plea in her voice. She needed her mom to believe her. The cops knew it was an accident too, right? “Ask the cops to do one of those tests if you want.” She didn’t mean to snap back at her mom, but she couldn’t keep her emotions contained, everything was spilling out. “Sorry… I’m just…” Overwhelmed. So overwhelmed. There was a rush of relief when her mom didn’t push the subject any further. Hazel had never ever lied to her parents and she wasn’t about to start now. Plus, God was watching over them and witnessed the whole thing, so he would know if she was lying to her mom and that wasn’t okay. Sometimes she would joke to herself that her mom was in fact God. All seeing, all hearing. Nothing got past her mom.
“But it doesn’t make sense… I want to save them. I don’t want them to die.” Up until she was sixteen the only death she had dealt with was her childhood hamster that keeled over when she was six. The whole thing was traumatic for Hazel, but her parents held a proper burial for little Biscuit in the back garden. Now she’d seen two dead people and who knows how many more would come throughout her life. “I don’t like it.” She muffled into the fabric of her mom’s shirt. I want to be like you. A psychic.. She remained glued to her mom as she carried on speaking, accepting that this wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t Abi’s fault either, but her dad would no doubt be telling his daughter that too. An accident. She would repeat those words to herself until they no longer made any sense. Eventually she broke away from her mom. The tears had stopped pouring from her eyes and she felt a sense of comfort, with her mom rubbing her head over her back. She took the sleeve of her jumper, patting dry her damp cheeks. “I spoke to an officer earlier. Told them what happened and gave them my details.” They were more interested in speaking with Abi though. “I wanna go home, mom.” Away from the awful scene that was probably going to plague her nightmares for the next few weeks. FREYJA DAMASCA wrap up with yours? |
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Nov 20, 2022 23:29:49 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
She wished she could take this pain from her daughter and bear it herself. Freyja already felt it for the simple fact that Hazel was an extension of herself, but it wasn’t the same━and it wouldn’t relieve her of any pain. It just left them both hurting.
“I know,” Freyja sighed. Not first-hand, but she did know. She did understand. There was just nothin’ any of ‘em could do about it. “I don’t think your dad liked it, either, or Uncle Frank. But ya gotta… learn to find the goodness in it; what you’re doin’ for them and their families by lettin’ someone know.” Freyja was weakly pulling at all possible arguments as she rubbed Hazel’s back. She felt so bad, but there was nothing either of them could do now. “When we get home, and you’re ready, you can talk t’your dad about it more. And me, if ya want.” Freyja wanted to be there for her daughter, but she felt useless when she couldn’t even relate.
All she could do was hug Hazel and be there for her, and perhaps that was enough.
“Okay, good.” Freyja sighed heavily. The only thing she wanted was to get Hazel home where they’d both be comfortable. “Let’s go home then, lovey,” Cooing to her daughter, Freyja eventually shifted to Hazel’s side and guided her daughter to the car. She had to use Bo as a battering ram to get through the crowd (again), but her main priority was shielding Hazel from the slew of onlookers. Once they were in the car, she considered them safe, though she still trembled the whole ride home. She’d call Theo when they got back. She couldn’t handle any distractions while driving, nor did she want Hazel to hear his reaction. They just had to get home, and they’d be okay━or so she desperately hoped.
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