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Kara's Apartment, Metropolis, Time Unknown
Kara sits in her room on the edge of her bed, bent over her knees with her arms crossed over her stomach.
What did you do?!
Her left arm is black up to her elbow, and she thinks, dully, that she shouldn't have used a permanent marker, because the smears on the front of her favorite blue t-shirt are never coming out, now.
We don't quit! That "S" does not quit!
She breathes in, slowly. It doesn't hurt.
What the hell's wrong with you?!
Eventually, she gets up, and sluices acid over her arm to get off the ink. It swirls dirty grey down the drain when she's done, and it takes her nail polish with it in streaks of pink.
*
Her room has lead under the paint, and it's soundproofed. She likes it best there, for days like this.
...no...no...it is as it should be...but you must listen...
These are the bad days. She kind of wants to stick her hand through the side of her head and scoop out her brain.
Listen to your father. He is an important man...together...
Her father always talks to her. It's just days like these when she talks back.
Together you will save the universe.
*
The markers get toyed with a lot, but she doesn't use them again. Just plays.
I wouldn't want you to break on our wedding night.
She stares at a particular pen lid for exactly 11.8734 minutes, just for kicks.
I would just die...
*
She writes a note, neatly, on a piece of white paper.
Fighting isn't always the answer, Kara.
And slips into a hoodie she's never worn before.
It'll be all right, I promise.
Some things just have to happen.
I'll always have time for you.
Kara sits in her room on the edge of her bed, bent over her knees with her arms crossed over her stomach.
What did you do?!
Her left arm is black up to her elbow, and she thinks, dully, that she shouldn't have used a permanent marker, because the smears on the front of her favorite blue t-shirt are never coming out, now.
We don't quit! That "S" does not quit!
She breathes in, slowly. It doesn't hurt.
What the hell's wrong with you?!
Eventually, she gets up, and sluices acid over her arm to get off the ink. It swirls dirty grey down the drain when she's done, and it takes her nail polish with it in streaks of pink.
*
Her room has lead under the paint, and it's soundproofed. She likes it best there, for days like this.
...no...no...it is as it should be...but you must listen...
These are the bad days. She kind of wants to stick her hand through the side of her head and scoop out her brain.
Listen to your father. He is an important man...together...
Her father always talks to her. It's just days like these when she talks back.
Together you will save the universe.
*
The markers get toyed with a lot, but she doesn't use them again. Just plays.
I wouldn't want you to break on our wedding night.
She stares at a particular pen lid for exactly 11.8734 minutes, just for kicks.
I would just die...
*
She writes a note, neatly, on a piece of white paper.
Fighting isn't always the answer, Kara.
And slips into a hoodie she's never worn before.
It'll be all right, I promise.
Some things just have to happen.
I'll always have time for you.