[Locked to RatBoy]

Jul 10, 2005 01:16

I keep dreaming about her.

I don't care what they say. They don't know anything.

She can't be dead. I would know if she was. I heard her in my dreams, calling out for me. So afraid and alone. She is not dead. She can't be. Not m-, not Callie. I would know.

And I can't reach her. I don't know where she is, so I can't go find her. She trusts me to. I know she does. I promised I would keep her safe, I promised her - and now I've failed.

I don't know where she is - but I know who does.

He took my golden butterfly, he took her and he -

It's like Ma's birds. All dead and wrapped in barbed wire. Except that she is not dead. Not dead. Ma's mut didn't know it wasn't supposed to bite through the birds it brought back to her. The barbed wire taught it that. I'm gonna go be one of those birds now, and I'm gonna teach that dog, that son of a bitch, that he ain't gonna get nowhere trying to bite through me. Trying to make people believe his lies.

She is not dead.

NOT DEAD.

Darkly wrapped himself in barbed wire. But I have wrapped myself in darkness, right beneath my skin it lies. And you won't see it before it is too late.

She is not dead.

And I will go find Alexander.

Not dead, not ashes, not dead. I would know. I would. I would.
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