Date: 2006-01-23 05:14 am (UTC)
"No, no, please don't go, please." She's clinging to him, her fingers digging in like claws. She's not letting him go. Right now she just needs him here, one last time to tell her everything's going to be okay.

Everything just started spinning out of control, faster and faster until everything was all turned around and she didn't know where anything belong anymore. None of it made sense. She was lost. And through it all there'd always been him to fall back on, him to protect her, him to make everything less scary. Then he was ripped away, too, and the anger and betrayal and pain that had been festering for seven years came to the suface.

"Papa loves Roary, papa goes away. Mama hates Roary, screams and rages and drinks and screams and hits, and I can't get away, there's no where to hide. And Angie leaves, and Trice leaves, and Louis leaves, and they don't come back, they lie, they lie, they leave us there. They never come back. And the magic's warm, it's always been warm, always been like a comfort. And then papa's gone and mama's gone and Casey, and no one knows what to do, no one knows what to say to me and I have no where to hide again. And then you, and you... you... you go away, and I can't hide anywhere, I can't get away again. I'm tired, I can't do this myself, I can't, I'm not cut out for it I can't hack it I can't anymore it's too much I won't ever get out..."
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