Post by Lacey Cadavre on Nov 27, 2007 9:20:35 GMT -5
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
"I... I ain't... gonna go... to jail..."
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there
Again... and again with the nightmares... the hauntings... the visions of young life robbed right before her own eyes... the assist that she played... all of it, ALL OF IT... Haunting her. Worse... and worse... and worse...
"P...p...please.... make it stop..."
The pulsing sound of the gunshot's echo keeps her awake this late at night, the third day straight. She had begun hallucinating from the lack of sleep long, long ago... seeing the images directly in front of her, or so she thought, instead of in a dreamscape, where all she can do is wake up screaming. This? This here was pure torture, something similar to a Vietnam veteran immediately having a flashback of a VC massacre of his squad. Each time, it seemed real, and each time, Lacey tried to flee from making the same mistake over, and over again.
Hunting you, I can smell you - alive
Your heart pounding in my head
Every weakening pound of the girls pulse echoes throughout her person, bringing a wave of pain, guilt, sorrow... each and every thing that Lacey had lived through, that she thought she had suppressed before joining Toronto.
It had been weeks since she had spoken to her... her savior? Yes... in her eyes, he was just that. The crude Lady Archer, uncaring about anything other than a completed mission... but... but Valkez... Lacey needed the comfort of piece of mind... or perhaps? She coldly needed to stop caring... Something, that seemed to be in Valkez's demeanor regarding life. It was hard for Lacey, for someone who once had fought so hard to save it...
She gets up from her bed in the motel that the Archer had payed for, stumbling to the bathroom. She was dizzy, exhausted, unable to see... yet she tried anyways, to dry heave what demons she didn't have to expell... Tripping, she falls forward into the bathroom, hearing the shatter of glass. Her hand, had shattered through the mirror on her way down to her face, unleashing a grunt from Lacey. She was unaware of the damage done, reaching with the injured hand to her face and pressing her fingers into her eyes in an attempt to wake her up, feeling the warm flow of blood start running down her face.
Her hand, it was covered in cuts, she brings herself to a sitting position, breathing heavily as she pulls a large shard from her hand. The same arm that housed her injured shoulder, although the sling was not required. She finally manages to pull out the glass, tossing it aside and burying her head in her hands...
She needed help. She pulls herself up, running her hand down the wall back to her bed... she must get some kind of sleep if she can at all hope to contact Valkez or his archer... all the while, the past chooses not to forgive her...
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