Title: Echo
Author: Liquid Thalassa
E-Mail: liquidthalassa@yahoo.com Spoilers: Season 2-season 3, show in general.
Genre: general/angst Rating: G Summary: A double drabble (200 words, not counting headers and definition)- Alison "FauxFrancie" Musings
Disclaimer: Duh, not mine- well the characters and show at least. But I do take credit for this fic- it did come from my head- and was written by my hand...
Author's Notes: My try at getting into Alison's head. Let me know what you think! Thanks! ******
Echo: (Noun)
1. A repetition or an imitation
4. One who imitates another, as in opinions, speech, or dress.
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As I stand before the small cracked mirror I can't help but shiver. The image reflecting back is but a ghost, a stranger, an enemy. It haunts me, this image I see. I can't shake it.
I look like her. I talk like her. I act like her.
But I'm not her.
I don't own a restaurant, I don't love Will, Sydney's not my best friend.
Not now, not ever.
I'm not Francine Calfo.
Yet I am aren't I? And I will forever be.
This is my curse, my damnation, my path to perdition.
It's hard to see the real me behind this permanent masquerade; hard to let myself shine through.
I tell myself: It's not the body- the image- that reflects the true person but the soul inside.
But what do I know of souls?
Mine's so far gone, I would know where to begin to find it.
I've lied.
Tortured.
Betrayed.
Killed.
I've sold my being to the Devil himself- blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin, chic suits- for the good of evil.
I have no soul.
I'm nothing but I copy of what once was.
A knock-off.
A fraud.
An echo- of Francie and myself.
~The End~
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Author: Liquid Thalassa
E-Mail: liquidthalassa@yahoo.com Spoilers: Season 2-season 3, show in general.
Genre: general/angst Rating: G Summary: A double drabble (200 words, not counting headers and definition)- Alison "FauxFrancie" Musings
Disclaimer: Duh, not mine- well the characters and show at least. But I do take credit for this fic- it did come from my head- and was written by my hand...
Author's Notes: My try at getting into Alison's head. Let me know what you think! Thanks! ******
Echo: (Noun)
1. A repetition or an imitation
4. One who imitates another, as in opinions, speech, or dress.
******
As I stand before the small cracked mirror I can't help but shiver. The image reflecting back is but a ghost, a stranger, an enemy. It haunts me, this image I see. I can't shake it.
I look like her. I talk like her. I act like her.
But I'm not her.
I don't own a restaurant, I don't love Will, Sydney's not my best friend.
Not now, not ever.
I'm not Francine Calfo.
Yet I am aren't I? And I will forever be.
This is my curse, my damnation, my path to perdition.
It's hard to see the real me behind this permanent masquerade; hard to let myself shine through.
I tell myself: It's not the body- the image- that reflects the true person but the soul inside.
But what do I know of souls?
Mine's so far gone, I would know where to begin to find it.
I've lied.
Tortured.
Betrayed.
Killed.
I've sold my being to the Devil himself- blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin, chic suits- for the good of evil.
I have no soul.
I'm nothing but I copy of what once was.
A knock-off.
A fraud.
An echo- of Francie and myself.
~The End~
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