Hey, you've been used
Are you calm? Settle down
Write a song, I'll sing along
Soon you will know that you are sane
-Expectations by Belle and Sebastian
Everything burns. Her wrist is numb, yet burning at the same time. It feels as if her very blood is on fire.
...
She can see now. There's a blocked brightness coming from somewhere beyond the cotton covering her eyes. She tries to move, but she's stopped by shackles. She tries to call out for help, but her throat refuses to make a sound.
So she listens and she thinks.
Her heart beat is made audiable by a machine on her left. Her right wrist still tingles. She struggles to remember how she got here, but there's a dense fog over her mind that couldn't be there without the help of drugs. Think. Think!
Running. Red. Yellow. Running red and yellow and red and such a pretty green, and black and red and yellow and dominoes, and green and red and blue and white and amber, and red and black and blue and boots and blue, and yellow and brown and red and black and barefoot and gills and grey, and black and yellow and white and blue, and yellow, so much yellow, and green and ow, sharp, and grey, and why won't the colors fit? She wants them to fit. They need to fit!
More. She needs more.
Green and red and don't breathe and pretty flowers, blue and red and black and yellow and they don't have the helmet, they can't beat him, where's Z-t-r-, and green and white and purple and red and why so serious, B- Bl-nd-r?
Remember.
Burnt cookies and going down like a little bitch and never let S-p- drink, okay? and Gatorade is the wrong water and she whips her hair back and forth and I'll shove an arrow up your ass! and I'm sorry, Z-t-nn-, and harmful secrets and video games and cheaters and holes in the walls and GET OUT OF MY HEAD and we don't kill hostages and not her, the B-s-p, and hello, M-g- and hey, S-p-b-y, come meet M-s M, and hat tossers and Ps-m- says forget and souvenir, souvenir, souvenir, souvenir, souvenir, souvenir, souvenir and you should have called and who is this and A-m-s, your new teammate and who is she and I'm his niece and WHO ARE YOU and SHAZAM and recognized, recognized, recognized, recognized, recognized, recognized, recognized, recognized, recognized, B01 and B02 and B03 and B04 and B05 and B06 and B07 and B08 and A04 and R-b- and K- -l-h and -q-l-d and S-p-b-y and M-s M-t-n and Sp-d-, no, wait, R-d -r-w, and A-m-s and Z-t-nn- and K-
"STOP!"
I really should be writing Retcon right now... Meh. I'm gonna post this first.
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