20th Rose [Voice]

[deadly_garden]

[He sounds strained, and possibly a little insane?]

Scratching, clawing, digging.  Scratching, clawing, digging.  Scratching, clawing, digging.

[He's growing more frantic as she speaks, faster and louder and much more desperate.]

There's something in there, something trying to get out.  I can't let it out, can't let it out.  Has to stay inside, unacknowledged.  Ignored, for the sake of everyone else.  Safer, for them and for me.

Blasted fog!

[The last is said in a hushed whisper]

Comments

[br0ken-clock.livejournal.com]

Oh, a few scars...she deserves a trophy then. saved you from what?

[deadly_garden]

[His voice is sharp and clear] Don't insult my mother!

She saved me from cracking my head open on a hardwood floor when I fell from a stool. Possibly worse as I would have also fallen on the shattered plates that gave her the scars.

[br0ken-clock.livejournal.com]

That wasn't an insult, that was sarcasm. Get it right at least.

Why did you fall int he first place? She was not paying attention?

[deadly_garden]

I was the one not paying attention to her telling me not to do what I was doing. It was because she was paying attention that I did not end worse than I did.

[br0ken-clock.livejournal.com]

So you was the stupid one?

[deadly_garden]

Yes, yes I was.

[br0ken-clock.livejournal.com]

Obviously.