Translating dreams into words, first in a series.

It was simple, really, what I had to do.

The only way to get out of the game was to bring others into it. I lied with a smile as I described what would be happening, and coaxed her into it with saccharine sweetness. I had no choice, I kept reminding myself. It was either this, or a lifetime of pain beyond anything I had ever known.

And when she realized what was happening, I did not flinch at her screams.

Scars.

I looked upon my collapsed chest with something akin to sadness, although I cannot say exactly what it was. The rings of scars that circled my torso were made insignificant by the bloodless gouges under my nipples.

This was only the beginning, I reminded myself. I had my whole life ahead of me.

One thought on “Translating dreams into words, first in a series.

  1. *hug*
    i hate that the past 2 mornings you’ve woken up to these….and when you do wake from these you are so far away….i just wish there was something more i could do….now especially with me being so far away…

    you could always just come here though…yes, that’s the simple solution, n’est ce pas?

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