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Something close to memory...; Roulette remembers...
Topic Started: Dec 21 2009, 02:50 PM (128 Views)
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Payback's a bitch, puddin'.

Who I was.

Who I am.

The two are... little if nothing to me. I don't remember a damn thing of my past; don't really care to, either.

No. That's a lie, Rou. You remember one thing.

It was dark, you recall, dark and cloudy out. Nobody to see the girl walking down the street, all dolled up in punk garb like a poser-wannabe street girl, yet not.

She never wanted attention.

And then you see the man in the alleyway. Dark and shadowy. The kind momma warned you about.

And he traps the girl. Drags her off to some random warehouse. Keeps her for three months, surviving on Alpo from a can; keeps her chained like a dog.

Tortures her with knives and whips and flails and horrible psychological torments.

And what he wants from her...

He takes.

Always taking. Never giving.

And the girl learns to live this Hell of a life until she doesn't feel it anymore. The girl absorbs everything thrown at her until the dead spirit inside her rips itself free to run, to escape.

And she laughs at herself, laughs through all the pain until she doesn't have anything else to do but laugh at the world, too.

One night she grabs a knife. Waits for the man to return.

And brutally kills him.

Her mind shatters instantaneously, like so many mirrors in a hall, the fun house broken forever.

And then she runs. She runs far away, her hands and body stained with his blood. And she smiles at it as she runs, but not out of achieved vengeance, no; out of a twisted desire for more. Finds another place to live. Paints herself up to hide her innocently dark eyes.

Nobody ever saw her again, even though she never truly escaped. Somewhere she's chained up in a grimy warehouse, wailing in unimaginable sorrow and terror, praying that tomorrow she'll be saved; tomorrow it will all end and she'll be at home, safe and sound and sheltered.

But it never ends. Every day is the same Hell as the last. Every day hurts a bit more, just a little bit more.

And then you realize that the girl is you, and oblivion claims all before anything dares to cement.

And then perhaps, I think as I stare up at the starless sky of the inner city, then perhaps that is only one story I can tell, one lie to hide the fact that I still don't know myself and never will.

No, Rou - no. That's a lie.

You know, just a little bit.

You know.
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