Friday, April 15, 2005
She Knows
Crazy Girl knew.
Finally, she knew.
She had been in a parking lot. A small one.
And she had insulted a "militia man". He had amitted as much to her friends. But he was the the one who turned her in. God only knows what he said, but she knew it was him.
After arguing about history that he clearly didn't know, he turned her in for being smarter or more intelligent than he was. She had a degree that he didn't. And now was she was here.
They had come in a van. Not black or white, but a van of nondescriptness. Like in "The Handmaiden's Tale" but more "1984". The Shadows, who control more than anything....they are the 1% who own 85%. And she knew that...about the decendants. She was one, but not one of privelivge. That made her "dangerous". "If you deny it," it had been whispered to her, "you will be nothing more than a novel threat." She had been careless. She talked about the "talents" freely. And now she was a threat.
She had left the bar because the ex was there with his new flame. She didn't want to be there. So she went out to her car, and a guy was there. The same guy that she had had an arguement with. And he had not been pleased with that, especially when she quoted from texts. Walking out to her car....and there was a van. People got out...and hurt her. Slap! Against her head. Out like a light and the next thing she remembered was the room....the stifling room. Shadows....
"shado'on, me'sn, vie mir'a mir'a'mein'me, mosra,tosnn, so'vre, ah'me."..."you are who I am, why do you treat me as if I am not? Not one, but one, so be it, so mean it..".
And the thuderstorm happened....
Crazy Girl knew.
Finally, she knew.
She had been in a parking lot. A small one.
And she had insulted a "militia man". He had amitted as much to her friends. But he was the the one who turned her in. God only knows what he said, but she knew it was him.
After arguing about history that he clearly didn't know, he turned her in for being smarter or more intelligent than he was. She had a degree that he didn't. And now was she was here.
They had come in a van. Not black or white, but a van of nondescriptness. Like in "The Handmaiden's Tale" but more "1984". The Shadows, who control more than anything....they are the 1% who own 85%. And she knew that...about the decendants. She was one, but not one of privelivge. That made her "dangerous". "If you deny it," it had been whispered to her, "you will be nothing more than a novel threat." She had been careless. She talked about the "talents" freely. And now she was a threat.
She had left the bar because the ex was there with his new flame. She didn't want to be there. So she went out to her car, and a guy was there. The same guy that she had had an arguement with. And he had not been pleased with that, especially when she quoted from texts. Walking out to her car....and there was a van. People got out...and hurt her. Slap! Against her head. Out like a light and the next thing she remembered was the room....the stifling room. Shadows....
"shado'on, me'sn, vie mir'a mir'a'mein'me, mosra,tosnn, so'vre, ah'me."..."you are who I am, why do you treat me as if I am not? Not one, but one, so be it, so mean it..".
And the thuderstorm happened....
# posted by Crazy Girl @ 02:34 
