I looked all over, even tried to trace her scent. She never came up, I have no idea where she is. I never should have left her. I walked back to the apartment, hoping that she's there, an explaination as to why she left.
Opening the front door, I walk inside. Instantly, I knew she was there, waiting for me. "Faith?"
Heading back to the room, I see her sitting on the bed, "Where were you?" She looks shaken up, but now I'm just pissed ... and a little confused.
I remember the last time her face was on the television. She was ... almost like she was now, but more freaked out. Even though she wasn't on the tv right now, I could see something in her. She was there. But it wasn't me that was with her. Something or someone is fucking with her and I was going to find out who.
You were there, you remember.
I hang my head down, shaking it, then grab the remote, turning the channel. Rosanne. Better than the news, I guess. "Faith, I wasn't there. It wasn't me. I don't know how to prove to you, but ... it wasn't me."
Turning serious eyes on him I watched as he protested that he wasn't there. Guess I must have been dancing with myself, drinking with myself, fucking myself. Who the hell even knew anymore right? Nothin' ever made sense, nothing was supposed to make sense anymore. Everything was supposed to be harsh and not real.
I had no idea what was real anymore and what wasn't.
"I believe you." I said, even though I so clearly didn't. Cause one of two things was goin' on, he was fucking with me, or I was imagining the whole thing .But there it was staring me in the face, on the television. I'd killed someone.
"I don't even know what's real anymore." I mumbled quietly.
She believes me, but then follows it with hre not knowing what's real anymore. I turned in my seat and placed my hand on top of hers, "Right now, this is real. I'm going to help you." I really hate myself for saying that, again, but it's the truth, that's all I want to do.
I know it's going to be a couple of hours before Wes or Fred even come in, so I'm thinking we need to, or she does, we need to get some rest. "They're not going to be in for a bit, I can pull out the couch bed ... if you want."
He was going to help me. I almost snorted at that, how many times could he tell me that lie before it started to get old. There was no helping me, he was so right when he said I was slipping away and there wasn't one damn thing he could do to stop it. At least I couldn't think of anything.
"No, it's cool. Just hook me up with a blanket I can crash right here." I said, leaning back on the couch and watching him intently as he stood up and located a blanket.
My eyes strayed back to the T.V. Hey, Roseanne. I hadn't seen this show in forever. Although anything was better than the news at this point.
Opening the front door, I walk inside. Instantly, I knew she was there, waiting for me. "Faith?"
Heading back to the room, I see her sitting on the bed, "Where were you?" She looks shaken up, but now I'm just pissed ... and a little confused.
"Faith?"
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You were there, you remember.
I hang my head down, shaking it, then grab the remote, turning the channel. Rosanne. Better than the news, I guess. "Faith, I wasn't there. It wasn't me. I don't know how to prove to you, but ... it wasn't me."
But I believe you were there.
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I had no idea what was real anymore and what wasn't.
"I believe you." I said, even though I so clearly didn't. Cause one of two things was goin' on, he was fucking with me, or I was imagining the whole thing .But there it was staring me in the face, on the television. I'd killed someone.
"I don't even know what's real anymore." I mumbled quietly.
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I know it's going to be a couple of hours before Wes or Fred even come in, so I'm thinking we need to, or she does, we need to get some rest. "They're not going to be in for a bit, I can pull out the couch bed ... if you want."
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"No, it's cool. Just hook me up with a blanket I can crash right here." I said, leaning back on the couch and watching him intently as he stood up and located a blanket.
My eyes strayed back to the T.V. Hey, Roseanne. I hadn't seen this show in forever. Although anything was better than the news at this point.
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