One week later

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Katrina sits crosslegged in a little wooded hollow. In front of her is a school jotter, pages filled with scrawlings, crossings-out and corrections. Tears show that whole pages have occasionally been ripped out. She is still shaking her head in dissatisfaction as she finishes writing out neatly at the back the verses that have made the cut.

She closes the jotter, smooths the top cover down, and places the pen neatly on top. She sighs, rests her chin on her hands, and closes her eyes. Her lips move silently, as though she is addressing someone.

( Dear Gaia... )

skreams locked inside

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i cant move so the wimpers of pain just bounce round my head, slowly getting stronger as the need grows. crashing into one another, each pitch a touch diffrent making a morbid song. i know what is wrong with me, hell i saw it enought with some of the girls i worked with when i was alive. that knowing look of need, the sweat and crap skin, it all adds up to cold turky. since i have time i ponder what from and the only answer i have is lack of food. dam my mum made good sanwigers and i could do with one now.

time passes as my mind pacers its small bone cage.

blood sweat now covers my body adding to the wound dripping on my back, i know i wont last long like this, not unless my lady lets them take out the stake and feed me. she is not that stupid to risk me in frenzy or contacting the fuckers that tainted me. breafly i am consered how she is with out me. cara will see to her wont she and there is gabrella to. i have seen them about when they hit my line of sight. it seams like forever to be in this limbo, alone.

darkness reaches out, consuming, green flickers of fire for light. i know i am falling for there is wind on my face but my body is frozen. the landing brings sikoning cracks, but no pain, void i float watching my finger twitch. the angle is wrong in 3 ways. sigh.
in the fire light i see a horid form, it naggs at my mind. cara srounded by flames skreaming wordless and then ash. dark forms clamber over gabrella like scarab betals hacking and slashing her to cunks of meat. fear grips me, skreams make my mouth horce skreams for the knolage she would be hear. all the rest had fallen and i was laying in a pool of my own blood.
blood that had two voids, ohhhhhhh.

i wake up skreams locked in my skull defon me, i feel like ice. sanity slowly slipping with a drip, drip. if oly i could get one more fix and then i promis to give up. one more moment when i dont have to feel all this pain. it crushing my body, setting the nerves alight, smolding and melting my flesh.