FUCK!
I don't know what to say. Today is just. It's a terrible story, but I must relate it to you, because you have a right to know.
First of all, this is Snake ( geruempel ), Lafitte's partner, posting instead of Lafitte.
Lafitte had the night off yesterday, so, as we are wont to do, we got some alcohol from the store. The usual-- rum for her and beer for me. I was tired, though, so I didn't really have much to drink and went to bed early. Lafitte assured me that she would follow shortly thereafter, she just wanted to finish reading an article on TV Tropes and her drink first.
When I woke up in the morning, Lafitte wasn't in the bed next to me. I didn't think anything of it because I'm used to her waking up a lot earlier than I do when we go to bed at around the same time. I need 12 to 14 hours of sleep... she only needs human hours. So I just assumed that she'd gotten up and was probably on the computer or playing Bioshock or something.
So I got up, got dressed, and wandered out into the front room. And. Fuck. There she was. On the floor, in a pool of her own vomit and urine. I hoped that she was only unconcious, so I went to check her pulse, but there was none. I can only assume that she choked on the partially digested refuse, asphyxiating and greeting death in only the most shameful of ways.
I didn't really know what to do. I thought about digging out my dissection kit and testing the tools in various ways, but thought against it as it would be too many questions to answer after the inevitable autopsy.
So I called the police, using the emergency number, and they came to take the body away. It was somber, but not the least bit ceremonial.
I'm still unsure as to what happened. I'm certain that she'll come walking through the front door, that she'll be back, and everything will be normal and right with the world again. This has yet to come to pass.
She was my whole world. I didn't really talk about it much, she mattered more to me than anything else. The way she laughed, the way she smiled, the way she'd make the most amusing faces when upset or disgusted. The way she'd snatch up Gawain, cradle him in her arms, and yell as he struggled, YOU ARE A BABY.
But she is gone. This is certainly the twilight of my life, now that the brightest star has faded from view and plunged everything into shifting greys and darkness.
First of all, this is Snake ( geruempel ), Lafitte's partner, posting instead of Lafitte.
Lafitte had the night off yesterday, so, as we are wont to do, we got some alcohol from the store. The usual-- rum for her and beer for me. I was tired, though, so I didn't really have much to drink and went to bed early. Lafitte assured me that she would follow shortly thereafter, she just wanted to finish reading an article on TV Tropes and her drink first.
When I woke up in the morning, Lafitte wasn't in the bed next to me. I didn't think anything of it because I'm used to her waking up a lot earlier than I do when we go to bed at around the same time. I need 12 to 14 hours of sleep... she only needs human hours. So I just assumed that she'd gotten up and was probably on the computer or playing Bioshock or something.
So I got up, got dressed, and wandered out into the front room. And. Fuck. There she was. On the floor, in a pool of her own vomit and urine. I hoped that she was only unconcious, so I went to check her pulse, but there was none. I can only assume that she choked on the partially digested refuse, asphyxiating and greeting death in only the most shameful of ways.
I didn't really know what to do. I thought about digging out my dissection kit and testing the tools in various ways, but thought against it as it would be too many questions to answer after the inevitable autopsy.
So I called the police, using the emergency number, and they came to take the body away. It was somber, but not the least bit ceremonial.
I'm still unsure as to what happened. I'm certain that she'll come walking through the front door, that she'll be back, and everything will be normal and right with the world again. This has yet to come to pass.
She was my whole world. I didn't really talk about it much, she mattered more to me than anything else. The way she laughed, the way she smiled, the way she'd make the most amusing faces when upset or disgusted. The way she'd snatch up Gawain, cradle him in her arms, and yell as he struggled, YOU ARE A BABY.
But she is gone. This is certainly the twilight of my life, now that the brightest star has faded from view and plunged everything into shifting greys and darkness.