Recant
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The tenth time she is asked to recant, they finally draw blood below her shoulders, the shirt ripped off around the sixth time but the little heated needles kept above her collarbone until now... now when one is driven deep into a breast, leading her to scream, her eyes already nearly dry, tears gone, her body desperate for escape but her mind still clinging to some shred of her honor and her pride. She knows she is going to die. She doesn't intend to die with a lie on her lips.
Actually, I'm not sure how much that has to do with anything.
It's amazing how much sleep helps... just a bit of rest, and... well, I don't feel exactly thrilled about life, but... *soft smile* ...I woke up with a Caleb in my arms. I hopped online and saw Elru, and he told me that the Ayla-bitch is now attempting to fuck over someone new, not him any more. Drake's got a new ICQ, which means he has his own computer, which is GOOD. Even my worries about Kitten are calmed somewhat... he won't be at work until Saturday. I will call him then. *grin* I think he'll be glad.
So this is my life... mood swings and this feeling that even if I change my mind in the morning, that part of what I felt MUST be true, that I'm lying if I say otherwise... even when it feels horrible to NOT say otherwise, even when I'm just as certain that it's NOT a lie as I am that it IS a lie... gah. Jax is confused in the head. Always.
Corn dogs, anyone?
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