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Mar. 30th, 2006 12:50 am[ooc: after this...]
There are no lights on in Mary Anne's room.
She is not sure how long she has been sitting in the corner; her best guess is an hour.
She is not hungry, tired or cold. She has to make a concerted effort to blink.
Everything hurts.
It was easier, she thinks, to let him go the first time. After Vietnam, when he told her to stay away. That wasn't without pain, but it was so much easier.
Curled up as she is, something is jabbing her in the hip. She removes it--Julian's dagger. Still his, even after all this time. If she listens, she imagines she can hear water. The lake.
There is a shark in the lake who ends distress. Blood calls him.
Maybe she will see him in the morning, maybe not.
There is nothing 'almost' about it, she thinks. If it were almost, it wouldn't--couldn't--hurt this much. She draws her knees to her chest and clutches the knife.
The front door closes over and over in her head.
The echoes eventually lull her to sleep.
There are no lights on in Mary Anne's room.
She is not sure how long she has been sitting in the corner; her best guess is an hour.
She is not hungry, tired or cold. She has to make a concerted effort to blink.
Everything hurts.
It was easier, she thinks, to let him go the first time. After Vietnam, when he told her to stay away. That wasn't without pain, but it was so much easier.
Curled up as she is, something is jabbing her in the hip. She removes it--Julian's dagger. Still his, even after all this time. If she listens, she imagines she can hear water. The lake.
There is a shark in the lake who ends distress. Blood calls him.
Maybe she will see him in the morning, maybe not.
There is nothing 'almost' about it, she thinks. If it were almost, it wouldn't--couldn't--hurt this much. She draws her knees to her chest and clutches the knife.
The front door closes over and over in her head.
The echoes eventually lull her to sleep.
