fair is foul, and foul is fair // {emigo day 6}
Dec 8, 2013 11:34:39 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 11:34:39 GMT -5
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There were too many bouts of darkness between the trails of light that meant I was still alive. Although I’d spent the first several minutes in Iago’s saving arms merely struggling to escape, I’ve found no other choice but to rest my head against his shoulder and at least pretend like I can trust him in some way. However, I must be careful with the things I deem make pretend, because we are all just ghostly illustrations of what we pretend to be, nothing more. The longer I pretend as if I know how to feel emotions such as love and despair, the sooner that will hold true.
After a long period of clutching Iago’s dirtied shirt, the remainders of my legs wrapped around his torso, he finally sets me down, and the two of us catch our breaths for a moment. My head is spinning, not from the obvious physical pain that circulates my body, but from the mental controversy that has invaded my thoughts. I am back to where I was when I was just an eleven-year old girl in the Moreno household: youngest, weakest, easiest to get rid of. I don’t want to be dependent on Iago, but I have no other choice if I want to live and god, do I want to live.
But I can’t…I can’t fall into this trap: the same trap that I’d fallen into the day I told Rolex I loved him. No, I can’t be dependent anymore with people pulling me up off the ground – I can’t afford to owe anyone anything, not anymore. I’ll win – legs or no legs, I’ll do it! Heron Kimberling did it nearly eight years ago; surely so can I. But I don’t want to win; I don’t want to go home. No no no, not home. But I can’t die. No, I can’t do that. Fear settles in and I know I can’t stay and let dependence wrap its tiny fingers around my deteriorating heart, so I inch backwards a bit until I feel something against my back – twine? Suddenly, fire is all around me, and it burns. I rush away from this disaster, crawling across the ground until I run directly into another line of twine and fall onto broken pieces of glass.
There are tears running down my face – tears that mean I’m human but tears that also mean I’m weaker than I was only days ago. How quickly I’ve changed from a girl with fiery fists to a girl who doesn’t even have two feet to stand on. The tears are unstoppable, rolling down my cheeks as I lie on my side. I try to push myself up – I try again and again – but it is no use. “Iago…you…” I try to speak between tears, but breathing hurts and speaking hurts and everything hurts and I don’t know how much I like having feelings anymore. Maybe I should just go back to being eternally numb. Things were easier then. “Iago…” I whisper one more time, the word the most familiar thing I have left in this arena.[Ewe's trap]
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[ooc - I would so greatly appreciate if no one else jumped into this thread. We really just want a last chance to have a nice lil thread here with some nice lil feels, kthx]