Stockholm syndrome: n. a phenomenon in which a hostage begins to identify
with and grow sympathetic to his or her captor. [After a hostage situation
in Stockholm in 1973 where a hostage became romantically attached to one of
her captors.]
beam myself towards a light at a long tunnel's end
letters by the sea cry out my name
"His will be done. Farewell."
I could end this now. One word, one flippin' phone call and they'd know all they needed to know.
Why don't I tell them? Why do I protect Creed; he has caused me nothing but misery.
(you're a firestarter, Simone)
Oh yeah, that little snafu. I'm a freak.
It started when I was thirteen; I accidentally set a bunch of newspapers my Papa had left out on fire. Luckily he was there to put it out. I was so scared(Papa was looking at me so queer(he told me I had to Control It. When he was training me, Papa always talked about maintaining absolute control over my body; he took the same approach to my powers. Every day, "focus on this Simone, or focus on that." He'd dunk my head under ice water if I messed up. Sometimes he'd slap me.
Everything revolves around keeping Them in check. I eat a bland diet with very few spices so that They won't have fuel. I exercise and rehearse so often that sometimes I give myself bruises. I incinerate my garbage, so the Fire won't eat me.
It used to be that all it took was small, controlled bits to keep them in check; a burned patch of grass easily covered. But the Fire gets hungrier and hungrier. I have constant lesions on my wrists and arms (thank God my costume covers them up) and my insides feel like they're being consumed.
Look at me; I can't go on much longer. Either my Fire or my Guilt will destroy me. I haven't been able to concentrate or get more than a couple hours' rest; my hands shake uncontrollably. It's a wonder I've managed to stay on the trapeze these past performances!
I'm going to have to come clean sooner or later. I don't know when; I've been putting it off like a trip to the dentist.
De profundis clamo ad te domine.
Definition courtesy of American Heritage Dictionary
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beam myself towards a light at a long tunnel's end
letters by the sea cry out my name
"His will be done. Farewell."
I could end this now. One word, one flippin' phone call and they'd know all they needed to know.
Why don't I tell them? Why do I protect Creed; he has caused me nothing but misery.
(you're a firestarter, Simone)
Oh yeah, that little snafu. I'm a freak.
It started when I was thirteen; I accidentally set a bunch of newspapers my Papa had left out on fire. Luckily he was there to put it out. I was so scared(Papa was looking at me so queer(he told me I had to Control It. When he was training me, Papa always talked about maintaining absolute control over my body; he took the same approach to my powers. Every day, "focus on this Simone, or focus on that." He'd dunk my head under ice water if I messed up. Sometimes he'd slap me.
Everything revolves around keeping Them in check. I eat a bland diet with very few spices so that They won't have fuel. I exercise and rehearse so often that sometimes I give myself bruises. I incinerate my garbage, so the Fire won't eat me.
It used to be that all it took was small, controlled bits to keep them in check; a burned patch of grass easily covered. But the Fire gets hungrier and hungrier. I have constant lesions on my wrists and arms (thank God my costume covers them up) and my insides feel like they're being consumed.
Look at me; I can't go on much longer. Either my Fire or my Guilt will destroy me. I haven't been able to concentrate or get more than a couple hours' rest; my hands shake uncontrollably. It's a wonder I've managed to stay on the trapeze these past performances!
I'm going to have to come clean sooner or later. I don't know when; I've been putting it off like a trip to the dentist.
De profundis clamo ad te domine.
Definition courtesy of American Heritage Dictionary
Two lines from a poem on Ghostwriter
Next line from The Scarlet Letter