Thanks as always, awesome Reviewers. Sorry I'm so slow. Work is killer this time of year, and I have no more cubicle-time to spare for writing, so I have to fight my brothers for the home computer. I'm hoping work calms down soon... it will...
Relik I know this is torture... just bear with me another chapter...
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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It is still the same.
Same waking.
I must be dreaming on my feet.
Not him, no lantern.
I can't do this.
I need to stop. How long have I been awake?
I feel it in my eyes. My limbs, my head, my stomach. Empty. And my gums hurt. They feel tender.
I have some water left.
I drink a little.
Does it help?
I can't do this. I was so sure. I could hear the lantern clinking, I could see the fog lighting up.
Am I awake? Or am I dreaming?
Am I dead yet?
It just feels so hard to tell.
Oh de
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So much for that pen. It's empty.
Do I throw it away?
I'm empty.
Do I throw me away?
My pens are sharp, like they could puncture flesh... But Dhalan's cutlass would be easy enough. That would be... I couldn't. No. Nevermind.
I'm hungry.
Maybe I should drink the rest of my water, make my belly think it's been fed, then just go to sleep and die.
Maybe that's what Greys did.
No, if I drink the rest of my water, nurture me further, it would only prolong this... I could just stop, set it aside, save it for in case another unlucky soul crashes here, and he can find it, and live. He'll come upon my skeleton in a hundred years and find my water and my journal. Maybe just my journal.
Are you the one reading my book? I mean Haley's Book?
What is your name?
Oh, but I can't hear you speak, can I?
Then I will call you Paco.
I had a dog once. His name was Rojo, and he only had one eye. I wrote a lot about him in a journal with feathery decorations on the spine. It was a long time ago. But I wrote about him before.
Rojo died and we buried him in the back of my mother's garden. But I wanted another dog, and when I got another dog, I wanted to name him Paco. But I never got another dog.
So you get to be Paco.
Ha, ha, watch me go insane.
Paco because I can't call you Elena. Because Elena will never read this.
Elena will never read this.
Elena will never read this.
Don't write it down! It has more power if you do.
I don't care. I can't care. I'm too tired. Am I dead yet?
You do care.
Yes, I do.
I am crying.
Greys said save my tears.
I can't help it.
Not really tears anyway.
None left to spill.
I don't want to.
I'm afraid to sleep.
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Like a heaviness.
Frozen and breaking and frozen.