NaNoWriMo 2 of (pending)
No, not gone forever, even if she wished she was, just because she was sure that being gone forever would mean that the stupid song and its singer would be gone forever too. Although, probably not, with her; there were a lot of them, and she could never make them all be quiet, could never get much more than a half of forty winks. Less, when one considered that her forty winks were always interrupted by this sort of thing. Lately it had been this little ditty, but in the past it had been other things. A constant wet drip onto flooring, an incessant car horn honking, static from a radio or television that never went back to scheduled programming…she had the list.
At least this time, there was the commentary in between the chorus being repeated over and over, even though she still longed for it to stop. Sometimes, having to be an open aqueduct sucked royally, and she wondered why anyone had ever wanted psychic powers. She wondered why she had ever wanted them, and wondered why she had ever let the first one through, or at least not stopped it there. If she had known, back when she was five, that this was how it would be, she would have never agreed to do anything with the CSDC. But then, five year olds rarely have the thought that their imaginary friends could ever become bad things.
Oh my darlin’,
Oh my darlin’,
Oh my darlin’, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
Now all she could hope for was that the occasional rest she got, even if it was increasingly a drugged stupor by shot-needled into her by CSDC ‘handlers’. That, and hope she could prove useful enough here, useful enough as a mouthpiece for the batty, insane things she let come through her. Because the instant she wasn’t useful anymore, she had no mistakes about what would happen. The ‘handlers’ hadn’t decided she needed to be drugged to get sleep that would really just keep her talking longer. CSDC had some rough folks, ‘handlers’ and ‘footies’, true, but its meanest ilk sat on its committee.
“No, no, no. Not sorry, not sorry; he’s never sorry to you, Clementine. Even when you’re gone forever, he’ll not be sorry to you. Not sorry, not sorry…”
Oh my darlin’,
Oh my darlin’,
Oh my darlin’ Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry…
Word count: 463 Total: 1384
In closing, why the heck does pasting over from Word make everything so huge? I'm confuzzled.
~FNeko