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[EPILOGUE-FORGET] The
room was small, and everything was white, except the mirror. It was also
silent, except for the tap
dripping into the small basin filled with water, and a scraping sound. The
occupant was used to silence,
she had grown up with it, but things had changed. Before, the silence had
seemed like a relief,
a time when she wasn’t being forced to do something or other, or wasn’t being
punished for not
doing it quickly or well enough. The silence had been peaceful. Now
it just felt empty. Cammy
studied the edge of the cat pendant’s tail, tested it with her thumb. Still
too blunt… She had woken
up on the transport briefly, unable to think well through the haze of drugs
and pain. After a few
minutes, her thoughts cleared enough she could roughly piece together the
events that had led to
her being strapped on a bunk in the transport vehicle. She cried silently
when she remembered Mark,
and his death. She knew that they would take the necklace away from her, so
she had clumsily
managed to hide it in her mouth. Now
she sat on her bed, sharpening the little cat’s tail into a keen edge on the
white brick wall. I know they’ll make me forget all this. She thought to herself. Mark, I don’t
want to forget you, but I can’t stop them. I’m sorry, I’m just too weak… She continued to sharpen her pendant. Finally
satisfied with the edge, Cammy managed to get off her bunk without jarring
her broken arm and hobbled
over to her small sink, and looked in the mirror. She hadn’t tried breaking
the mirror, because she
already knew it was made of some sort of flexible plastic, and didn’t
shatter. Cammy
looked at her reflection, clean now, but still a mess. She was covered in
bruises and scratches,
there were dark gray circles under her eyes, which were red from crying and
all the drugs
they had pumped into her on the trip back. The streak of blood Mark had left
on her cheek was
gone, but she could still see it there in her mind. Feeling calm and in control
for the first time since
she had been recaptured, Cammy brought the pendant up to the side of her
face. Even if they make me forget, I will still carry a part of you
with me, She drew the
makeshift blade down
her cheek… Even if I forget what this scar means, Drops of blood fall
into the basin, making red
patterns in the clear water. In some way I will remember you. [END] Thank You for reading! Madadric.
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