song_tra_bong | (no subject)

He left you out there to die.

He told them where you were, but he wanted you to die.

Maybe you should have.

She's standing in her bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. On the counter are the two bottles of pills from Hank, and her pistol.

You can't hide this time. The injuries are too obvious and you can't stay out of the bar for a solid week. You can't hide this. But you can try.

This can't be Martin's doing. The boys can't know or they'll kill him, and if that happens you will wish you had died in the woods.

Ramon is on drugs, Namo was almost in your bed and you can't fucking defend yourself. You already wish you had died in the woods.

But you'll live. You'll get up in the morning and pretend everything's fine. You'll lie to your boys because you fucking promised and you'll learn to keep your promises.

So hold your tongue, pretty fool. It's all you've got left.

She takes this evening's dose of painkillers and goes to bed, gun in hand.