Disclaimer: nope, not mine.
Summary: do you remember me, Jimmy?
I suppose you don't, then again I'm surprised I remember you – what with trying to block out the memories of (painhungerrunrunrun) Tarsus. Sometimes though, when I'm not trying to remember, when I'm dancing or eating in a restaurant, it hits me. The running, the screaming, the waking up to the smell of blood and going back to bed hungry just wishing that when we woke up it would all be over. I remember sometimes – sometimes and all the times I remember I make out bright blue eyes and a hero who saved my life.
do you remember me, do you? do you remember a little girl – only eight who still cried for the Mommy that will never return? do you remember her having silver-blonde hair that you dunked in mud over and over again to make her blend in? do you remember her crying over it because she loved her hair? don't you remember, don't you remember green eyes that made you wake up screaming at her for being a monster? do you remember calling her Mother? do you remember?
if you don't that's fine, I don't want to either, see she's dead now, maybe not physically, she's dyed her hair to be a fine red colour (the color of blood and false hope), she bought new contacts to be blue (to be a saviour's colour, to be a fine sharpness that was so lost in Tarsus). she's a new person.
you aren't though, you're still a champion, a hero, a saviour.
and now everyone knows it.
review. mmmkay?
~AU.