That's when the hurtin' time begins
And all the things you never said
Or didn't have the strengh to say
And everything you ever did
That time won't ever wash away
~~~"The Hurting Time" –Annie Lennox
I can remember everything from that day, the events between my visit with Steinman, and when he called me the next morning play in my mind every night, like some sickening movie, that I can't stop, or fast-forward through.
I left his office, secretly pleased that I had finally found someone who didn't think my story was bullshit. I had never told anyone but him the entire story, thinking that maybe he could do something to help me forget. He couldn't, but telling someone, even if they didn't believe me, helped. I'm still not sure if Leigh ever told anyone, I seriously doubt she did, she didn't like talking about it.
I remember getting a cup of coffee and chewing some aspirin in the coffee shop across the street, and being asked if I was okay, if anybody had mugged me or anything. Of course, I simply smiled, and assured them nothing had happened, that I was fine, and would be until I got home. Of course, I was not fine, and was even worse when I got home.
I made more coffee then, silently wishing my college mug wasn't shattered and in the trash. I sat down and started to watch some dopey soap opera, I can remember wondering why there was one on so late in the day. Afterwards I went to bed and slept until about nine in the morning.
I was still there when the phone rang.
About and hour later I was at Steinman's house, shaking even harder than I had been earlier, my lip bloody from where I had bit it. Steinman didn't look any better, his hair mussed and tangled, and he was almost equally pale. I saw that if he had any doubt that my story was true, it was quickly dispelled.
"Mercer's dead." I repeated dumbly, my head throbbing. Steinman nodded, but stayed silent. "And Christine's been sold." Steinman looked at me, his eyes terribly bloodshot, and nodded again. "All in one day." I marveled, looking at my hands. "It's unreal, isn't it?" Steinman said, his voice rather far away. "How fast it goes."
I'll remember those words until the day I die.
And all the things you never said
Or didn't have the strengh to say
And everything you ever did
That time won't ever wash away
~~~"The Hurting Time" –Annie Lennox
I can remember everything from that day, the events between my visit with Steinman, and when he called me the next morning play in my mind every night, like some sickening movie, that I can't stop, or fast-forward through.
I left his office, secretly pleased that I had finally found someone who didn't think my story was bullshit. I had never told anyone but him the entire story, thinking that maybe he could do something to help me forget. He couldn't, but telling someone, even if they didn't believe me, helped. I'm still not sure if Leigh ever told anyone, I seriously doubt she did, she didn't like talking about it.
I remember getting a cup of coffee and chewing some aspirin in the coffee shop across the street, and being asked if I was okay, if anybody had mugged me or anything. Of course, I simply smiled, and assured them nothing had happened, that I was fine, and would be until I got home. Of course, I was not fine, and was even worse when I got home.
I made more coffee then, silently wishing my college mug wasn't shattered and in the trash. I sat down and started to watch some dopey soap opera, I can remember wondering why there was one on so late in the day. Afterwards I went to bed and slept until about nine in the morning.
I was still there when the phone rang.
About and hour later I was at Steinman's house, shaking even harder than I had been earlier, my lip bloody from where I had bit it. Steinman didn't look any better, his hair mussed and tangled, and he was almost equally pale. I saw that if he had any doubt that my story was true, it was quickly dispelled.
"Mercer's dead." I repeated dumbly, my head throbbing. Steinman nodded, but stayed silent. "And Christine's been sold." Steinman looked at me, his eyes terribly bloodshot, and nodded again. "All in one day." I marveled, looking at my hands. "It's unreal, isn't it?" Steinman said, his voice rather far away. "How fast it goes."
I'll remember those words until the day I die.