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"MeOw."
She has red hair.
She has red hair.
She has no hair she has green hair she has blue hair
“ArE yOu GoInG tO lOoK At Me?”
and Kitty notes it out of the corner of her eye.
Del’s here.
In the bar, that’s one thing.
Here, it’s different.
There are rules and there are Rules and there are things Del does that she doesn’t want to think about, so Kitty stares at the wall across from her cot.
There’s two blood stains on it now. She’s been hitting it a lot. They’ve given up trying to stop her.
“KiTtY kItTy PrEtTy KiTtY KiTtEn CaT. MeOw.”
And she giggles, and Kitty closes her eyes.
“ArE YoU GoInG tO pLaY wIth Me?”
”Not any time soon, Aunt Del, no,” Kitty says softly, after a few minutes.
And there’s a shriek of laughter that
cuts
deep.
“SiLlY KiTtEn. ThAt’S WhAt YoU ThInK.”
And there are lips like frogs like ice like knives like a thousand things that send a shock through her near her ear.
“YoU KnOw? YoU kNoW. ThE PlAcE. ThEy WaNt To SenD yOu. ThEy Do. ThEy WIlL. YoU kNoW it. YoU kNoW iT.”
“No.”
“YeS. 42’s ThE lOnElIeSt NuMbEr. Or OnE oF ThEm.”
She’s giggling. Kitty’s studying the inside of her eyelids.
Each laugh feels like a thousand pinches on each inch of skin.
“YoU cAn FeEl It AlL.” It’s almost marveling, as Del brushes Kitty’s hair back.
“Do YoU tHiNk YoU nEeD ThE EmPtY SpOtS To MAkE yOu CoMe PlaY WiTh Me? Do yoU ReaLly?”
No.
“I’ll see you in the bar,” she says through her teeth and doesn’t look and doesn’t pay attention to things like reality and things like what might be true.
“MaYbE LiTtLe NiEcE pErSoN. AnD MAyBe NoT.”
And there’s a kiss that makes her gasp because it burns oh god it all burns it all hurts make it stop how does everyone feel this all the time and then it’s over (except it’s not because it’s all still there) as Del giggles again and says, “BuT yOu WIlL sEe Me.”
She opens her eyes.
She’s alone.
There are two bloodstains on the wall in front of her.
Her knuckles are raw, and it hurts worse, this time, when she slams her hand back, than it has previously.
And then there are two bloodstains on the wall in front of her and one behind her.
Meow.
She has red hair.
She has red hair.
She has no hair she has green hair she has blue hair
“ArE yOu GoInG tO lOoK At Me?”
and Kitty notes it out of the corner of her eye.
Del’s here.
In the bar, that’s one thing.
Here, it’s different.
There are rules and there are Rules and there are things Del does that she doesn’t want to think about, so Kitty stares at the wall across from her cot.
There’s two blood stains on it now. She’s been hitting it a lot. They’ve given up trying to stop her.
“KiTtY kItTy PrEtTy KiTtY KiTtEn CaT. MeOw.”
And she giggles, and Kitty closes her eyes.
“ArE YoU GoInG tO pLaY wIth Me?”
”Not any time soon, Aunt Del, no,” Kitty says softly, after a few minutes.
And there’s a shriek of laughter that
cuts
deep.
“SiLlY KiTtEn. ThAt’S WhAt YoU ThInK.”
And there are lips like frogs like ice like knives like a thousand things that send a shock through her near her ear.
“YoU KnOw? YoU kNoW. ThE PlAcE. ThEy WaNt To SenD yOu. ThEy Do. ThEy WIlL. YoU kNoW it. YoU kNoW iT.”
“No.”
“YeS. 42’s ThE lOnElIeSt NuMbEr. Or OnE oF ThEm.”
She’s giggling. Kitty’s studying the inside of her eyelids.
Each laugh feels like a thousand pinches on each inch of skin.
“YoU cAn FeEl It AlL.” It’s almost marveling, as Del brushes Kitty’s hair back.
“Do YoU tHiNk YoU nEeD ThE EmPtY SpOtS To MAkE yOu CoMe PlaY WiTh Me? Do yoU ReaLly?”
No.
“I’ll see you in the bar,” she says through her teeth and doesn’t look and doesn’t pay attention to things like reality and things like what might be true.
“MaYbE LiTtLe NiEcE pErSoN. AnD MAyBe NoT.”
And there’s a kiss that makes her gasp because it burns oh god it all burns it all hurts make it stop how does everyone feel this all the time and then it’s over (except it’s not because it’s all still there) as Del giggles again and says, “BuT yOu WIlL sEe Me.”
She opens her eyes.
She’s alone.
There are two bloodstains on the wall in front of her.
Her knuckles are raw, and it hurts worse, this time, when she slams her hand back, than it has previously.
And then there are two bloodstains on the wall in front of her and one behind her.
Meow.