Thank you for coming to visit me - I'm so embarrassed you have to see me like this. After our last conversation, a lot came flooding back. Understand me, please. I've never had time to mourn. It must have come as a shock to you, rolling up to Hillside Meadows, and realizing just what kind of place this is. When they told you I was at the hospital, did you...
Holly took a heavy handed swing at Claire, who ducked out of the wild punch. Holly Wells was not pleased. Not at all. "If you know what the fuck is good for you, you'll stay away from me freak!" Holly snarled at Claire, taking another quick punch. This one glanced off the corner of Claire's mouth. Claire smiled at Holly. Holly was dressed in a tattered...
Well. Thanks for visiting again. I'm sorry if last time got a little intense - not hot - just intense. I've been in low spirits lately. They're treating me alright here, I guess... but my therapist is still pushing for me to let go of Cordelia. Let her go. Like holding onto her will change anything in my world. Letting go of her, though... that means movi...
They're eighteen, if you didn't gather. Amnesia, whose life has already been retarded by emotional distress, and later (by way of her mother) strong sheltering, comes off as a very simple young woman. Immature. Cordelia, who is far more knowledgeable is Amnesia's idol. Amnesia IS developed, except that she has neither had her first menstrual cycle, nor doe...
God, it gets me wet just thinking about those days. I mean, I know it was high school, but for us, it was the end of it all - high school I mean. We really were like gods - goddesses - in our own way. I don't know if it was how we talked, or walked, or dressed... maybe it was a combination of the three, but there was a certain threatening appeal to us. You'...
...in the aftermath of a slaughter, there was nothing left. Cordelia sat in seiza - on her knees - the weight of her sleeveless gi heavy with the saturation of rain. There was only rain, and silence. The weathered tatami mats beneath her smelled damp, the subtle sweet scent of rush grass, and rice straw filled her nostrils. The dojo - or its remnants - la...
"There were no others before you." Cordelia said, resting a hand on Amnesia's shoulder. "I mean there were no other, you know." "I know what you meant." Amnesia said, putting her hand over Cordelia's. Her presence was no surprise—after two weeks of silence—after two weeks of being without her, she could literally feel the girl's familiar poise as she came u...
I didn't care about the stars. Not really. Neither did Cordelia. In fact she couldn't name a single constellation, but it didn't matter. As we wandered a fair distance from the house, we sat in the grass and wrestled a little. It was the first time she had ever played with me so directly. In the pond—and how my mind travels back to that magic moment—at...
I think it was probably two weeks that passed after the situation in the pond. Cordelia acted as though nothing had happened between us, and I would have assumed it all imagined save the way I caught her looking at me sometimes. We were both young, and I suspected that there was something we didn't see, or understand in the way we behaved with each other....
Mary Celeste is faster than me. Or, at least she was. A cold shower though couldn't dilute the strange sensations I was feeling in the pit of my stomach. My legs trembled the entire shower. Afterward, when I was drying off, it was harder to dry some parts than others. It seemed like the water had saturated me fully from the shower. If I had known the...