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Great Sister
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Out of the woods she emerged, her blonde hair almost white from sun exposure, her skin wrinkled and dry... and her eyes, so pale... yet they saw everything. Her neck and hands were still bound in the wooden stocks that brought her to her end, she ran towards the glass cube as the Latin spells called her forward. She leapt inside, her dress still covered in cobwebs as she ran around the inside of the glass prison frantically, beating the wooden brace against the clear walls.
"Well, another job well done!" Cyrus congratulated, the Pilgrimess just stared back at him in anger.
"Yeah, great." Dennis whispered as he walked back to the blue car, his head throbbing.
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Denial:
(Narrator: Dennis Rafkin)
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I hate feeling used, especially when I am.
Why did I have to be born like this? What did god have to gain by making me a freak? Its moments like these I wish I wasn't even born!
Maybe after this is all over I can buy a normal life... or at least try to live one.
God! Maybe I'm just in denial of it all...
Then again, if I wasn't, I probably would have went through with hanging myself years ago... instead of chickening out like the coward I am!
*sigh*
Great, now I'm starting to feel sorry for myself...
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Dennis sat in the passengers seat as Evy drove... only this time they weren't going to any hotel, they were going to the airport.
As he stared out the window of the blue car, Dennis began to feel bad about Alex' death.
"I'm sorry." He whispered to Evelyn, looking down at the road as it flew beneath him.
"What?" she muttered, glancing over at him.
"About everything... none of this should have happened to you, or Alex." He said sadly.
"But what, it should have happened to you?" she asked.
"I don't know anymore."
"Don't think like that." Evy whispered, pulling up to the airport.
They got on the plane to Tennessee...
Hours later they were driving again, the sun was beginning to rise, slowly the black vans pulled over at a field.
Great Sister
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Out of the woods she emerged, her blonde hair almost white from sun exposure, her skin wrinkled and dry... and her eyes, so pale... yet they saw everything. Her neck and hands were still bound in the wooden stocks that brought her to her end, she ran towards the glass cube as the Latin spells called her forward. She leapt inside, her dress still covered in cobwebs as she ran around the inside of the glass prison frantically, beating the wooden brace against the clear walls.
"Well, another job well done!" Cyrus congratulated, the Pilgrimess just stared back at him in anger.
"Yeah, great." Dennis whispered as he walked back to the blue car, his head throbbing.
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Denial:
(Narrator: Dennis Rafkin)
*
I hate feeling used, especially when I am.
Why did I have to be born like this? What did god have to gain by making me a freak? Its moments like these I wish I wasn't even born!
Maybe after this is all over I can buy a normal life... or at least try to live one.
God! Maybe I'm just in denial of it all...
Then again, if I wasn't, I probably would have went through with hanging myself years ago... instead of chickening out like the coward I am!
*sigh*
Great, now I'm starting to feel sorry for myself...
*
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*
Dennis sat in the passengers seat as Evy drove... only this time they weren't going to any hotel, they were going to the airport.
As he stared out the window of the blue car, Dennis began to feel bad about Alex' death.
"I'm sorry." He whispered to Evelyn, looking down at the road as it flew beneath him.
"What?" she muttered, glancing over at him.
"About everything... none of this should have happened to you, or Alex." He said sadly.
"But what, it should have happened to you?" she asked.
"I don't know anymore."
"Don't think like that." Evy whispered, pulling up to the airport.
They got on the plane to Tennessee...
Hours later they were driving again, the sun was beginning to rise, slowly the black vans pulled over at a field.