THIS CHAPTER:
SONG CONNECTIONS: "Eyes on Fire" by Blue Foundation. Ends at 3:57. The little song change before the end is after the last line. Just imagine her walking off like a boss. Yeah.

This is a silent chapter, which is why a song with words is needed. I needed the edgiest, most uneasy song I could find that had fortes and ritardandos and a bunch of musical-lingo-I'm-probably-using-incorrectly without the unneeded extra stuffy stuff.

This chapter is the transition. (And the most italics I've ever used. I'm sorry, (not sorry), in me brain, italics=angst.) I had the most trouble and most fun with this, because it's the real BOOM HERE YA GO moment. It's no longer some dream. This is actually happening. All too fast? She doesn't have time to consider that or not.

Yep. Stuff just got real.

I suggest we stick to the shadows
chapter eight: there they are

And as I look around, they are sprawled across the ground, copying the objects before them, and hurrying away quicker than I could see.

And I don't bother, figuring that nothing's ever gonna be slow enough for me to recognize.

The seven walk on, in front of me, all talking in their code and in their unknown language. And I don't understand, but it's written loud and clear, in everywhere, in everything—understanding is not my thing.

The signs seem dimmer and shaded, the words seem harder or easier to read, inside and outside my head. We've left The Castle. We've turned the corner, and now we're inside a circle, futuristic colors surrounding us.

From one quick sweep around, we can tell right there: she isn't here.

What's supposed to be a whisper of defeat dissolves into a world of hurting, a scream of hate, a scream of my name

And nothing, nothing's making sense, and I don't know why.

How did I even get here? Wordless answers fly by silently. And something's pulling at me, constantly questioning, well, if this isn't real, how come so much pain's dropping by?

Then the cycle continues. I ask. I get nothing.

With a disappointed head down we're led out of this blinding world of white and will be taken to some other completely different universe, the answer not here either dangling above our heads, teasing and taunting and calling names.

And I feel worse each step, just like it was in the real world, I'm reminded, the realization eating at me and muttering why bother?

The earlier words knock me down. Little. Young. Quiet.

Writer.

Is that what this is for? Words' sake? Well, if it was for the words, where are they? I haven't had a flash in hours.

And I could just feel it—inside of me, the change, the dark void, the silence of going on—

It matches the faces of them. This, this dry, dark motive, this meaning to hold my head up and just disregard all other worries and pain…

I'm done.

I didn't get a chance to dance around life, to live like a free person. No, the words took hold of me long ago, singing their sweet sweet promises of pleasure. No, all they meant, all they intended to give was years and years and years of suffering.

And now? Now they took away the most precious thing of mine, the only thing that understood what it was like to never be alone.

But now, oh, now the decision was made by whoever controlled the words to just throw me around, give me something to hold onto, and then, steal it away.

How does it feel to get your heart ripped out? I feel like screaming to the seven. Oh, it doesn't feel good, trust me. How does it feel to have everything you
know be discovered to be merely make-believe?

Breathing heavily, I make my realization words.

I'm no longer a little girl whose voice can't be heard.

The innocence is gone.

I know what the black hole is now.

No more shying away. No, now I'm gonna speak loud and clear.

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