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[Marty]
[crying]So you'll be gone for two weeks. I can't take two weeks without you, when you get back with enough time to read this, I guess I'll be coming back the next day. Since you [chokes on the word 'died'] yesterday. A really nice man helped me look for you, and and he was willing to stay with me, but I can't wait two weeks for you. We've never been apart and I can't handle being away from you now. So...yes, I'm going to just go to sleep, and maybe wherever you are after you died, I'll be there too.
Death isn't permanent here...so I don't have to worry about that and neither do you, I'll be back, right after you. I love you. I love you so much. You'll forgive me for this right? I'll see you soon.
[/Marty]
[Private]
Okay...Jackie..this going to be a whole lot less painful then living in this awful place for two weeks.
[/Private]
[sound of something shattering, before she quietly goes about what she has been planning. She takes the broken shard of glass and digs it deeply into her wrist. Her cries are muffled into a pillow though they might sound extremely faint, and there is a long period of silence. Then realizing she wants to say something else to Marty, she reaches for the book, blood getting onto it's pages, remembering her blood conversation with Bad Girl, ah things were so easy then. Due to blood loss, she forgets to private it. Her voice is soft and weak.]
Marty...I wish you were here
[crying]So you'll be gone for two weeks. I can't take two weeks without you, when you get back with enough time to read this, I guess I'll be coming back the next day. Since you [chokes on the word 'died'] yesterday. A really nice man helped me look for you, and and he was willing to stay with me, but I can't wait two weeks for you. We've never been apart and I can't handle being away from you now. So...yes, I'm going to just go to sleep, and maybe wherever you are after you died, I'll be there too.
Death isn't permanent here...so I don't have to worry about that and neither do you, I'll be back, right after you. I love you. I love you so much. You'll forgive me for this right? I'll see you soon.
[/Marty]
[Private]
Okay...Jackie..this going to be a whole lot less painful then living in this awful place for two weeks.
[/Private]
[sound of something shattering, before she quietly goes about what she has been planning. She takes the broken shard of glass and digs it deeply into her wrist. Her cries are muffled into a pillow though they might sound extremely faint, and there is a long period of silence. Then realizing she wants to say something else to Marty, she reaches for the book, blood getting onto it's pages, remembering her blood conversation with Bad Girl, ah things were so easy then. Due to blood loss, she forgets to private it. Her voice is soft and weak.]
Marty...I wish you were here