--2 [text] It's Safe To Say It's Lonely Now

[screeee]

[It's been weeks since she left. Since she went away. since she let her go

She fled to land, crawled ashore, hid in this great big house (right-side-up, and not as big as home), and stopped. Sitting in her new home, her smaller home, in a room that was dank and musty like the one she grew up in, lined with drawings from her Sisters... old and new, living and eaten...

The drawings were not perfect. But they were enough to help her remember the girls they imitated. Her memory didn't always work right, so any reminder was good, even if there was an undercurrent of wrong to it.

The reminders were good. Her memory wasn't, so the reminders were good. But they weren't. They made her think, about them, about her, about him... And she wonders.

Was it worth that burst of happiness from her Little Sister, when she took her father's hand and followed him away?


no. it wasn't.


she missed her.]


[It's late on the first day, when a plain text post appears on the network, with hardly anything to identify who it was from:]

How do you live without your Sisters?

[ (This version of her has also had had the time and calm to figure out the shift key.) ]

Comments

[paper_knight]

[A quiet, broken laugh, quickly stifled. His next response is typed.]

Then youre alone and crazy.

[screeee]

[Oh.]

Noise is better than quiet. I

miss hearing things. I miss

hearing them

[paper_knight]

What if they weren't real??

[screeee]

[She looks at the drawings around her room.]

Reminders are better than forgetting.

[paper_knight]

You forget anyway--inevitable.

[screeee]

[... That's also true. she couldnt remember her birthday
But no she was different-!]

No

I wonnt I dont want to. I'l remember the feeling.

[paper_knight]

Then you'll keep hurting

[screeee]

It hurts more to forget.

You still feel something there but you dont know what. You donnt know why and its your fault y ou dont because you forgot.

[paper_knight]

You should teach me how you managed that.

[clinging 101 with traveler]

[screeee]

Hold on and dont let go

even if it crumbles in your hands you will still be holding parts of it.

Name sound feel smell it will make you remember the feeling. If you know what the feeling is from you have not forgoten it all.

Re: [clinging 101 with traveler]

[paper_knight]

I meant how to forget.

[screeee]

[!!

She -- needs a second.]

Dont.

You can'nt forget.

[paper_knight]

No fear there
I' m terrible at it.

[screeee]

Good.

Hold onto her.

[And that's the last text he'll get from her.]

[paper_knight]

[Wait WHAT???]

WHo is this???

[screeee]

[The closest thing to a reply he will get comes a day later, in the evening. Whatever Mark may be doing in his room - he'll be interrupted by a loud THUNK against his door.

If he decides to open it, he'll find a drawing --pinned by an ADAM gathering tool...

[screeee]

... And across the hall, scratched into the walls, there's another message.

The hall, otherwise, is empty.

She is gone.]

[paper_knight]

[He stares for a long while--then seems to shake himself, suddenly feeling clearer than he has in ages. The drawing and the needle he'll take with him as he runs up and down the halls, checking the stairs for the perpetrator.

Later, but not too much later, because he doesn't want to lose them to the mansion, he'll return to take a rubbing of the scratches. This is unhealthy, says part of him--this is evidence, says another, truer part.]