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'When I was seven I was taken hostage.
I was held at gunpoint...
Apparently, I was lucky to live.'
She spoke to the polished floorboards.

'That's something alright.
Do you think about it a lot?'

'I guess,
but it doesn't really haunt me or anything.
It's just always there.'
She says as she looks through the frosted glass,
sitting cross legged on the floor.

'I don't know what to say. Well,
you beat me of course.
My story can't measure up to that.'

The girl meets his eye, lingering as she laughs.

'So, want something to eat?'
He asks as he stretches arms and stands.

-


They're sitting near the fire now as the silence drags on.
'Were you scared?' He breaks the silence by asking.

'I was numb.
I couldn't say a word for weeks.
They thought I was in shock or something.'
She paused in reminisce and laughed.

'It wasn't something to forget,
I just really never talk about it.'

'We can stop,
If you want...'


'It's okay.
It's kinda relieving to talk about it.'

'What do you tell all those therapists?'

'Not much, I tell them I'm fine and smile.'

'They buy that shit?'

"Guess it's less hassle.
Easy money.
But I am fine.'

'Mmk, if you say so. You going to eat that?'

'Nah, all yours.'

'Thanks.'

-

'Sorry, I know I'm asking a lot of questions.
But why?'

'Why me?'
Her eyes drifts back to the wood.
'Well, I was the closest kid.
The supermarket was crowded and I.
Well I was lost and vulnerable.'

'What did your parents do?'

'They cried.

I think that's what scared me the most.
I didn't know what to do.
I just froze.'

'I guess I would have too.'

'Have you seen your parents cry?'

'I saw my mum cry the first time when I was sixteen.
It was my dad's funeral.'

'Did you cry?'

'I didn't care. I was just numb seeing her cry over him.'

'Oh.'

-

'So what happened?'

'The predictable, cops came.'

'So the person didn't harm you?'

'Not really.

He left my right arm bruised though,
I could tell he was scared,
the way he gripped my arm.
It was unsure.'

'What happened to him?'

'I dunno. Never watched the news back then,
parents didn't talk about it that much either.
Just said he was where he belonged, guess that was enough for me.'

-

'He missed you know,
he tried to shoot me,
hit the floor instead.'

'I'm glad he did.'

'Yeah, I feel sorry for him.'

'He's an idiot.'

'I don't see why it's so traumatic, happens all the time.'

'But he was your brother.'
©2009-2010 ~crashcoursewomb
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Author's Comments

yeah, and he was your dad.


question that he asks at beginning,
what's your strongest memory, for lack of better wording.
what's yours?

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*losingmyfaith Jul 5, 2009, 10:36:43 PM
wow. love. especially that little twist in the end. great job!

ummm...my strongest memory would be the day my nana died. i don't think i'll ever forget that morning.

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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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~fierypoplartree Jul 5, 2009, 10:59:02 PM
oh wow, that's really... it tugs at something. i'm not sure what it is.

strongest memory...
my grandfather was dying of cancer. and we came to visit him in hospital and started crying. he always hated seeing us cry. he grabbed an icecream bucket from the table beside him and put it upside down on his head and sat there, just smiling at us until we felt better. i cry every time i think about it. but boy, it makes me smile. i was seven.

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And so it is, just like you said it would be.
Life goes easy on me
...most of the time.
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~x-x-sakura-x-x Jul 6, 2009, 12:31:39 AM
Beautiful. Really didn't expect that he was her brother. I really liked this, it was interesting.
My own strongest memory is probably when I was four. When I was three I moved from Birkenhead to Ellesmere Port [two towns/cities about an hour away from each other] and we stayed with my Nan on my Mum's side while we were waiting for a house. Just after my fourth birthday, spent at my Nan's, Mum bought me these red shoes. They were flat and like a leathery kind of feel, and had a little bow on them. I loved them so much, I wore them to bed that night. I started to cry because I had leg-ache, and my Mum came up and asked: "Are you wearing your shoes?" I replied "No..." and she pulled back the covers - what a shock, there's me in my nightgown and red shoes :giggle:
I really did love those shoes <3

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~Satah Jul 6, 2009, 5:11:16 AM
that's such a great story ♥

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~Satah Jul 6, 2009, 5:12:09 AM
ahhh, i love the twist. i had to read it again a couple of times after that. beauty.

my strongest memory. i honestly don't know. i have an awful memory and a tendency to go back and reframe the things i do manage to remember so that they're a little more cinematic.

..hmmm

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~the-chemical-factory Jul 6, 2009, 8:40:43 AM
wow, the end :heart:

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my boy builds coffins he makes them all day
but it's not just for work and it isn't for play
he's made one for himself, one for me too
one of these days he'll make one for you
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~krish-x Jul 6, 2009, 10:30:24 AM
hey that's was brilliant, i guess i proved my point, do you remember? when i told you that you were brilliance? (:

strongest memory, i'm not actually sure i guess it was getting lost on the way back from school once, and i was like six or something, i ended up sitting in my school playground crying because i couldn't find my mum, but the a boy from the year above me took me to the school office where my mum was, and i gave this boy a massive hug, which i think scared him to death, thing is we've been friends ever since (:

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Dreams can come true, but never fantasies, if you nurture a fantasy, it'll most likely get broken.
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~x-x-sakura-x-x Jul 6, 2009, 12:48:17 PM
really? seems pretty basic and boring to me.
but thanks?

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~Satah Jul 6, 2009, 3:42:08 PM
haha, well it made me smile.

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when one candle is used to light another, the new flame is not the same as the old flame, and yet the first flame directly causes the second.
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~crashcoursewomb Jul 6, 2009, 10:56:01 PM
n'awh. :blush:



and that's awesome. not that you couldn't find your mum but how you found your best friend. (: :heart:

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that's as bad as secondhand suicide
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