| This must be some kinda heavy meds. Couldn't seem to
move. It was like a blanket, a really really heavy
blanket, and Faith couldn't even seem to lift her
arms. Shit. Something must be broken. Something's
effin wrong. And suddenly, the clarity hit. She knew where she was. Could smell the damn smell. Same as when Dan had hit the Bitch one too many times, before finally up and leaving, hauling ass and never, never coming back. Not that the Bitch had minded. Had actually started the fight that day. Noon-ish, early start. Discharge OK'd at one in the morning. And Faith had been there, been sitting in the hospital. Even tried to hold her hand. Got a slap for the trouble. Hmm...So she figures she's flat on her back. *Smirk* Not a new phase. But wait, the face ain't movin... What the Hell?! What kinda piece of effin' shIT is this?!! So wrong, so wrong. The flow of fluid dripping. Drip. Drip-drip. She heard it faintly, Slayer senses and all that crap. The Chosen Other One. Flowing into her veins, no happy chemicals here. Ahh. Gutted. Like a fish. By the YM-posterho'. With something, if she remembered correctly, like vibes of relish. *Smile* Good. It's all good. Well, actually, that's a big, fat fuckin' lie. But who's to know. Right now just *smirk* go with the flow, go with the flow... ~~~~~~~ "I don't even know your name." Madonna was a hot chick. Kick-ass Bitch at forty. Faith likes that. Funny about Sally, she let Faith keep the CD's and the player Cordelia'd brung. Brung. Brought. Bought. Banged. Lotsa shit to miss in the Fed Pen... Faith sits in the dark. Not moving. But in her head are all the swirly colors. Well, as close as Faith could come to swirly colors, in a runaway rave, within the confines of her own mind. Immured. No ecstasy here. ~~~~~~~ "Blue Moon...you saw me standing alone..." The head nurse liked Ella. And that was why the tape deck was on constant loop. Romancing for Lovers, Nelly had told Sheila. Good for the patients. Maybe, just maybe, if Faith tried real hard, she could pretend she was catatonic, not comatose. Because then she'd be in control of her body, or the now commonly reffered to as The Vegetable that had been her own, lovely body. Shit. Maybe she'd slit Head Nurse Carla's throat.*When* she woke up. ~~~~~~~
It was a long drop. The helicopters were loud. The Roof. The Roof. The Roof is On Fire. //We didn't start the fire.// Her heart was pumping, pumping. And there was a frog clawing at her throat. Wasn't it funny that the warmest touch she'd felt in Years, the warmest touch....felt cool to touch.
He'd tell her to keep on. Keeping on. And to him, it
could never be a lie. His eyes knew it. Knew of the
shit. And the darkness. A true creature of the night,
like herself. No way in hell he'd ever waver. Fall. Just fall. And then get the fuck up. |