Oct 18, 2010 20:22
[Oh look it's a pile of blankets with a face!
...or a six-year-old huddled in all the blankets and sheets on a bed in the hospital. Red eyes, tear-stained face, flushed cheeks, it's pretty obvious that she spent most of today crying. And she's staring at her communicator, not sure what to say.
But she turned it on, so she has to say something...
She takes a deep breath and pushes the whistle from her mouth. Big girl words, she can do this!]
If... if you... wake up at... the hospital... t-then you... did you die...? H-how do you come back?
[And those big wet tears begin to form again.] B-because I woke up here... a-and... His gun... he... he just... I just wanted to tell him to stop!
[She retreats into the blanket as she starts crying again. She tried.]
bawww,
crying tiemz,
woke up crying,
nobody explained death to her either,
t-t-t-trauma!!,
all sad now