Why
Won't You Talk to Me?
By Kryss LaBryn
Winner of the Non-Adult Fiction Category of the 2006 Phoenix: V for Vendetta Fan Fiction Awards!
A/N: I own nothing, of course; not GN!V, nor GN!Eve, nor anything by Pink Floyd nor Tolkien. Alas...
"Why does everything need a big demonstration? I ask the simplest question and it's like Alice in Wonderland..." She waves her hands in annoyance. "Couldn't you just try explaining for me?"
Oh, Eve...
Words are bricks, Eve, V doesn't say, paving stones that form sentences that form paragraphs that form roads that lead to some very dark, dangerous places. I'm not safe venturing under the eaves of some of those forests in my mind; you, Eve, are certainly not.
It's hard enough for me to think to plan to stay focussed and not drift apart and dissolve in a sea of words of random meanings of fragments of memories of dreams...
V tries again. There is a narrow path I walk, he doesn't say, on the knife-edge of a cliff and the wind is blowing, Eve, and I'm not always sure of my balance. Words turn into stones into sentences into roads and the roads lead some very bad places sometimes, Eve, and it's all I can do to stay focussed and plan and not drift apart and lose myself in the symphony of sensation of sound of memories in my mind...
V pauses, gathers himself. I cannot let my words run loose; they run away to dark corners best left forgotten. I bind them, I constrain them with the words of others, with quotes and metre and rhyme and rhythm; I control them so they don't control me.
The road goes ever on and on, Eve, and not all the places it goes are friendly. Or sane...
I don't want to get lost down the rabbit hole again. I don't want to get lost in my mind. It's not a nice place, Eve; I try not to visit it often. I try not to linger. I try to balance on the edge of communication and control but it's so hard sometimes; the wind blows so cold sometimes, and I don't want to remember where it is that it's blowing from; I don't want to remember what's hidden in the depths. I'm afraid, Eve...
I'm afraid I might not find my way back again. Not again...
"Well?" She pauses. "V, I'm waiting. What are you trying to tell me?"
V says nothing.
Finis