The pain is gone. . .thank God for that. Where I am is a different story. Its empty here, wherever here is. . . .I don't think I'm dead. No, it's like an in-between place. But, how am I supposed to know that? How?
It's all white around me; it's starting to hurt my eyes. I wish there was noise, something, but it's quiet too. So quiet. I'd say I could hear my heartbeat, but I can't. Fuck. This cannot mean anything good. . .I better be on the mend. Those doctor's are going to face a shit storm if I'm dead. My ghost will defiantly be of the poltergeist variety. I, mean, honestly, I'm so close to everything! This isn't fair! Goddammit. . . .
I can't cry. . .not now. Can't. . . .Can't do it. Hey, dad, if you're out there? Thanks! Thank you for serving me this heaping pile of bullshit! I really appreciated having to follow you after you left the vault, being exposed to the wastes, the people in the wastes, and, now, possible death, or, becoming a fucking ghost. Just brilliant! F.Y.I.: Father of the year is not going to you. God.
Maybe if I just concentrated on where I was before here. . .before the white room, then, maybe I'll get back to where I came from? Well, hopefully. Just gotta take deep breaths. . . .Ha! I can't inhale or exhale. Simply peachy. Jesus, what in the name of Grognak is going on here? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! I'm at a complete loss. . . . And I absolutely loath being at a loss. (It makes me feel like Butch---brain dead and going no where fast). Okay, so maybe that was a bit harsh. I guess Butch wasn't all bad. He did give me his jacket. . . which, I'm still wearing as I speak, so, "yay for Butch." God, I'm ranting now. Shit! That does it! It's time to take charge. . . .
Hey! Hey, you! Yeah, I'm talking to you, or whatever "divine" forces are listening right now!. . . . Yeah, so, anyway, could you please send me home now? I'd appreciate it. Plus, it'll be so much more fun screwing with me in the wastes! Trust me. Could I ever lie to you omnipotent one? Come on! Just picture it: yours truly, running tail between her legs, from raiders, super mutey freaks, slaver sociopaths, and the occasional wild beast. Doesn't that sound like pure awesomeness? Doesn't that reek of wholesome faimly entertainment? Yeah, thought so. . .Okay, you can send me back now!
Really! You can! Totally have my permission to do that (not that that really matters to you god types). Shit! Please, just send me back to wherever I was before this place! Shit. What? What do you want me to do? Do you want me to click my heels three times, saying that there's no place like home? Right. . .not happening Jesus. First off, I'm not Dorothy and, secondly, I do not have in my possession her magical teleporting ruby red shoes! Shit. . . .This is hopeless.
Everything's fucked. I probably made it this far as some big cosmic joke or something. God! Why? Why keep me going? Why? Just so you could stick me in the hell hole of the "in-between," or where ever the fuck this is? Yeah. . .Alpha and Omega my ass! You heard me! God . . . Hey! Hey? Why me? Why?
No answer. No sound. Nothing. Just nothing. I. . .I can't stand this silence. It's so hollow. . .like myself. Hollow like my soul. Ha. Ha. Ha. I'm a laugh riot. No, scratch that, I'm pathetic---a complete failure. Fucktastic! Go Gemma! You can really reach for the stars kiddo. Christ.
I wish I wasn't alone here. . . .Couldn't you have sent someone? Why am I left here alone? Why? Come on! ANSWER ME! Please. . . .
Wait? Did. . .did I just hear someone call my name? What? What's going on? What the. . . .I know that voice! But how? It's familiar, yet also so strange. . .no. No, it can't be. It can't! Mommy? Impossible. . .but, I can hear her. . . . Mom? Mom! MOM! It's. . .it's you! I. . . I can't believe it's really you! I've missed you so much mom! I've missed you so. . . .