Chloe looked down, what was it trying to do? She'd gotten nothing out of
that except the realisation the first could make her relieve memories.
This, of course, was a very bad thing, but why this memory? All she'd felt
from it was the hurt from being called a maggot, by someone whose rank
seemed to depend on making out with Buffy's friend.
She looked back up at the first. She wasn't going to play whatever game the first was trying to. She'd leave. "I'm going down stairs." Chloe shook her head and moved towards the door. Passing the first stiffly. It's head and glance moving with her.
"Maybe..." the first started and in a flash it stood in front of her. Chloe froze again, the first so close her skin felt ice. "So many memories, so little time. We can't have you leaving."
Chloe closed her eyes, hoping it'd go away "I know them all. Secrets, memories, pain...pleasures. But which one to choose..." She kept her eyes closed, but she felt a change. A difference in the air. Drafts passing by her body. The smell of pizza wafting through her nose. She opened her eyes.
Rocks dropped into her stomach when she realised where she was. Even though in a way she'd known from the minute the first had said it knew everything. Her sight now was identical to the freeze-frame out-of-body memory burned on her brainpan.
the room, at this point, was cheerful. Sun streaming into the room through crack between the window frame and edge of the drapes. But Chloe could taste what was about to happen. Her and her mother's apartment. Toronto, Ontario, Canada. 8:05 pm, eastern standard time. August. 33 degrees Celsius. 1999. An eleven year old Chloe sits on the couch. Her hair then long is partially plaited into small braids done by her friend Sarah the day before. Teletubbies blares on the television. Baby Chloe's transfixed, starring at the screen. 15 year old Chloe swallows. She moves toward the other her. The many words in her throat choking her. "Leave."
She breathes. Pain worse than the aches in her arms after doing 20 pushups coursed through her body.
She reaches out to the girl. 11 year old Chloe looks up at the clock. I remember you, old Chloe's thought spring, where did you go? The door of the apartment opens. And old Chloe pull back her hand. She doesn't look at the door.
Little Chloe does. "Hey Sam." Her mom's boyfriend, disgustingly cliché. Old Chloe grimaces. "Where's Mom?" She asked. Disgustingly naive.
"She's not here?"
"No"
Little Chloe looks back to the TV. And old Chloe looks to the man at the door. Six feet, faceless, medium blond hair, black t-shirt, jeans. He was nervous. Old Chloe's heart raced. Sweat rolled on his forehead. "Where was Lynn supposed to be?" he asked
"Fuck you." old Chloe spits out.
Little Chloe has a milder reaction. "I don't know. Mr. Barry, I think, one of the old perverts."
The Sam nods and looks around. Sweat pours off of him. He goes over and sits on the couch. "Like this show?"
"Not particularly?"
"Can I ask you something." He turns to look straight at Little Chloe. Old Chloe's face stretches out. Little Chloe nods.
"Do you know what you Mom does?"
Both Chloes are now giving him the same look. She pauses. "She's a prostitute. Until she can sell her writing."
Sam nods, and smiles. Both Chloes feel sick. "She's a whore.
Little Chloe shakes her head violently. "Whores walk around on Jarvis street wearing trashy clothes in the middle of the night. She doesn't do that."
"She has sex for money. It's the same difference."
Little Chloe looks down. I should have known, I should have ran. Sam ran his hand through little Chloe's hair. Little Chloe's eyes shot open. She tried to focus on the Teletubbies. "You gonna go into her line a work when you're older?" He whispered it in her ear. She shook her head, still focussing on the bright colours of the TV.
His nervousness, as she remembered, was gone at this point. "But it'd be such a waste, to let you just ruin your potential." He takes her hand and starts to guide it.
Old Chloe can't take it, she scrunches down into a ball. Leaning her back up against the couch. Then realizes what's happening on the other side a rolls to the floor. She hears little Chloe scream and the volume of the Teletubbies. Drowning out the sound with Po, and Tinky Winky. Old Chloe covers her ears and bawls. Small faint pleas and the blaring sound of the second playing of a video about 2 kids making key chains soundtracks. And Dawn's room is around her once again.
She looked back up at the first. She wasn't going to play whatever game the first was trying to. She'd leave. "I'm going down stairs." Chloe shook her head and moved towards the door. Passing the first stiffly. It's head and glance moving with her.
"Maybe..." the first started and in a flash it stood in front of her. Chloe froze again, the first so close her skin felt ice. "So many memories, so little time. We can't have you leaving."
Chloe closed her eyes, hoping it'd go away "I know them all. Secrets, memories, pain...pleasures. But which one to choose..." She kept her eyes closed, but she felt a change. A difference in the air. Drafts passing by her body. The smell of pizza wafting through her nose. She opened her eyes.
Rocks dropped into her stomach when she realised where she was. Even though in a way she'd known from the minute the first had said it knew everything. Her sight now was identical to the freeze-frame out-of-body memory burned on her brainpan.
the room, at this point, was cheerful. Sun streaming into the room through crack between the window frame and edge of the drapes. But Chloe could taste what was about to happen. Her and her mother's apartment. Toronto, Ontario, Canada. 8:05 pm, eastern standard time. August. 33 degrees Celsius. 1999. An eleven year old Chloe sits on the couch. Her hair then long is partially plaited into small braids done by her friend Sarah the day before. Teletubbies blares on the television. Baby Chloe's transfixed, starring at the screen. 15 year old Chloe swallows. She moves toward the other her. The many words in her throat choking her. "Leave."
She breathes. Pain worse than the aches in her arms after doing 20 pushups coursed through her body.
She reaches out to the girl. 11 year old Chloe looks up at the clock. I remember you, old Chloe's thought spring, where did you go? The door of the apartment opens. And old Chloe pull back her hand. She doesn't look at the door.
Little Chloe does. "Hey Sam." Her mom's boyfriend, disgustingly cliché. Old Chloe grimaces. "Where's Mom?" She asked. Disgustingly naive.
"She's not here?"
"No"
Little Chloe looks back to the TV. And old Chloe looks to the man at the door. Six feet, faceless, medium blond hair, black t-shirt, jeans. He was nervous. Old Chloe's heart raced. Sweat rolled on his forehead. "Where was Lynn supposed to be?" he asked
"Fuck you." old Chloe spits out.
Little Chloe has a milder reaction. "I don't know. Mr. Barry, I think, one of the old perverts."
The Sam nods and looks around. Sweat pours off of him. He goes over and sits on the couch. "Like this show?"
"Not particularly?"
"Can I ask you something." He turns to look straight at Little Chloe. Old Chloe's face stretches out. Little Chloe nods.
"Do you know what you Mom does?"
Both Chloes are now giving him the same look. She pauses. "She's a prostitute. Until she can sell her writing."
Sam nods, and smiles. Both Chloes feel sick. "She's a whore.
Little Chloe shakes her head violently. "Whores walk around on Jarvis street wearing trashy clothes in the middle of the night. She doesn't do that."
"She has sex for money. It's the same difference."
Little Chloe looks down. I should have known, I should have ran. Sam ran his hand through little Chloe's hair. Little Chloe's eyes shot open. She tried to focus on the Teletubbies. "You gonna go into her line a work when you're older?" He whispered it in her ear. She shook her head, still focussing on the bright colours of the TV.
His nervousness, as she remembered, was gone at this point. "But it'd be such a waste, to let you just ruin your potential." He takes her hand and starts to guide it.
Old Chloe can't take it, she scrunches down into a ball. Leaning her back up against the couch. Then realizes what's happening on the other side a rolls to the floor. She hears little Chloe scream and the volume of the Teletubbies. Drowning out the sound with Po, and Tinky Winky. Old Chloe covers her ears and bawls. Small faint pleas and the blaring sound of the second playing of a video about 2 kids making key chains soundtracks. And Dawn's room is around her once again.