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2 Part I: 'Cause I Can't Leave and I Can't Stay
"Hey honey, would you hand my bag to me?"
Abby handed her her purse, glancing at her, her eyes as sad as ever.
"Thanks," she stated, feeling guilty for making Abby so sad. Oh, Abby sure knew the way to drop a mood, Maggie thought.
"Abby." she started, trying to find a way to cheer her up. "I love you, you know that, right?" Maggie gave her an apprehensive look, studying her face, trying to get a grasp of how sad she was.
No response. Maggie decided to give it another shot. "Abby?"
A sigh. Well, that was a start.
"Abby, please talk to me."
Another sigh. Then, she opened her mouth to speak. "Maggie, I'm afraid of going crazy."
There it was. And Maggie was hurt. Like me, huh? she thought to herself. Do you think I'm crazy on purpose? But then again, Abby looked so sad that it changed Maggie's heart once more.
"What - what do you mean by that, Abby?"
Abby sighed and sat down. "Mom, I've been feeling depressed."
Maggie's eyes turned away, trying to guess what it was wrong, thought she kind of knew already. She couldn't get the thought that Abby had called her 'mom' instead of 'Maggie,' as she had done for so many years. She couldn't remember the last time Abby had called her 'mom,' and it felt good to be addressed that way once more.
"Not because of you, but because of this fucking world." Pause. "I love you, Mom."
Those magical words melted Maggie's heart, and she burst into tears. "Oh Abby."
"Mom, would you move with me to someplace warm?"
It sure enough convinced Maggie, but then - then the Dèja Vu came. Oh, so this isn't real this time either? Maggie cried out. This time, she refused to wake up. She somehow sensed that she wasn't where she was supposed to be, not that she was ever, but this time it felt different.
A chilly wind came from somewhere and crossed Maggie's bare legs as she realized she was outside, sleeping. Oh what the fucking difference, she thought as she tried to picture that cute Abby again in her mind. But then the taste of drugs appeared on her tongue, and she felt her stomach, heavy as if it were made of lead, and she was dizzy. Am I going now? Please God, please, please, please please please. Please don't let Abby find me. Please let her somehow get through her life. And please, finally, let me go.no more waking up, ple-
Then nothing. It had finally ended in Maggie's favor.at least for now.
2 Part I: 'Cause I Can't Leave and I Can't Stay
"Hey honey, would you hand my bag to me?"
Abby handed her her purse, glancing at her, her eyes as sad as ever.
"Thanks," she stated, feeling guilty for making Abby so sad. Oh, Abby sure knew the way to drop a mood, Maggie thought.
"Abby." she started, trying to find a way to cheer her up. "I love you, you know that, right?" Maggie gave her an apprehensive look, studying her face, trying to get a grasp of how sad she was.
No response. Maggie decided to give it another shot. "Abby?"
A sigh. Well, that was a start.
"Abby, please talk to me."
Another sigh. Then, she opened her mouth to speak. "Maggie, I'm afraid of going crazy."
There it was. And Maggie was hurt. Like me, huh? she thought to herself. Do you think I'm crazy on purpose? But then again, Abby looked so sad that it changed Maggie's heart once more.
"What - what do you mean by that, Abby?"
Abby sighed and sat down. "Mom, I've been feeling depressed."
Maggie's eyes turned away, trying to guess what it was wrong, thought she kind of knew already. She couldn't get the thought that Abby had called her 'mom' instead of 'Maggie,' as she had done for so many years. She couldn't remember the last time Abby had called her 'mom,' and it felt good to be addressed that way once more.
"Not because of you, but because of this fucking world." Pause. "I love you, Mom."
Those magical words melted Maggie's heart, and she burst into tears. "Oh Abby."
"Mom, would you move with me to someplace warm?"
It sure enough convinced Maggie, but then - then the Dèja Vu came. Oh, so this isn't real this time either? Maggie cried out. This time, she refused to wake up. She somehow sensed that she wasn't where she was supposed to be, not that she was ever, but this time it felt different.
A chilly wind came from somewhere and crossed Maggie's bare legs as she realized she was outside, sleeping. Oh what the fucking difference, she thought as she tried to picture that cute Abby again in her mind. But then the taste of drugs appeared on her tongue, and she felt her stomach, heavy as if it were made of lead, and she was dizzy. Am I going now? Please God, please, please, please please please. Please don't let Abby find me. Please let her somehow get through her life. And please, finally, let me go.no more waking up, ple-
Then nothing. It had finally ended in Maggie's favor.at least for now.