I woke up. I was back on that silk sheeted bed in Jean's house.
My house too. I reminded myself. I tried to remember what had happened I looked at myself in the mirror across the room and I rememberd. I had gone to my parents and sister and now they were dead. I started to rock back and forth on the bed.
Dead. they're dead. I thought constatnly as I rocked back and forth letting the thoughts flow free out of my mind for anyone that had telepathic ability to read. Jean enetered and heard my thoughts and saw me.
s**t. he thought.
I should have known this would happen. Jean thought to himself as he crossed the room and sat on the bed. I rested my head on his chest, but kept rocking slowly and thinking the same things over sometimes adding that I was dead too but still stuck on Earth, I was damned. I remained on him rocking back and forth for hours. Before dawn Jean carried me to our coffin and laid down with me next to him as my mind still poured out the thoughts of death and damnedness. He closed the lid and held me in his arms as we both fell asleep.
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