Mary Anne Bell (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
song_tra_bong) wrote2006-07-30 05:51 am
song_tra_bong) wrote2006-07-30 05:51 am
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[ooc: following this]
She locks the door, strips and gets into bed.
When the dream comes, it's like a movie of a memory--crystal clear picture, surround sound, with just a touch of theatrical slow motion.
The punch that lays her low.
The kick to her gut and the feel of something tearing inside.
The feel of all those tiny bones, tinier now that they've been broken, shifting all wrong in her hand.
The sound her back made connecting with the tree.
The solid ache that used to be her ribcage.
The pain that washed down her legs.
And the sound of his boots on the ground as he walked away.
Only this time, she doesn't pass out. Not until the very end.
When no one comes.
And she dies alone.
They said that if you died in a dream, you died for real. She'd died in plenty of dreams and never expected death until now. She opens her eyes, staring blindly out into the darkness of her room. Eventually, she closes her eyes.
And dreams again.
And wakes.
And dreams again.
No rest for the wicked.
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
...and when the boys asked, "What do you want, Sibyl?"
she answered, "I want to die."
She locks the door, strips and gets into bed.
When the dream comes, it's like a movie of a memory--crystal clear picture, surround sound, with just a touch of theatrical slow motion.
The punch that lays her low.
The kick to her gut and the feel of something tearing inside.
The feel of all those tiny bones, tinier now that they've been broken, shifting all wrong in her hand.
The sound her back made connecting with the tree.
The solid ache that used to be her ribcage.
The pain that washed down her legs.
And the sound of his boots on the ground as he walked away.
Only this time, she doesn't pass out. Not until the very end.
When no one comes.
And she dies alone.
They said that if you died in a dream, you died for real. She'd died in plenty of dreams and never expected death until now. She opens her eyes, staring blindly out into the darkness of her room. Eventually, she closes her eyes.
And dreams again.
And wakes.
And dreams again.
No rest for the wicked.
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
...and when the boys asked, "What do you want, Sibyl?"
she answered, "I want to die."