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'tell me about your obsessions'You dont want to hear about my unhealthy obsession with my story characters or my japanese anime. You dont want to hear about how whenever i get into a new story or novel how it is all i can talk about and act like the characters are real. You dont want to hear how i cry or spontaneously burst into laughter over simple words on a page, or how i can never let the book out of my sight. No, i will save you the trouble of hearing about my obsessions.
'what i'm looking at...'faces contorted in frustration. My eyes meet other wondering gazes, quickly looking away in embarrassment. Everyone is searching. Everyone sees the same thing, but no one sees the same. Views change as imagination wonders and your writing voice tells your hand to scribe. Everyone sees the same thing, but their mind tells them what they want to see.
power crazy pt VIII remember a few things that happened in the darkness that night. One was a thud when, I'm guessing it was Avery, fell off the bed. And then quiet laughing? Was Percival laughing at him? I would if I was not so tired. Then, there was pain. I my hand, my feed, felt raw. I did not fully understand why. Maybe it was just a late reaction to the cutting? Not sure. Then, I felt hunger. Was that the word? I did not know what I was craving or why, but I /wanted it/. Juliet was still in my arm. I pushed her off for my own safety. She would kill me if I drooled in her hair. The craving was mouthwatering, but it seemed to subside a bit, just enough to let me drift back to sleep.I woke up for real this time. I looked across the room to look at the clock. 4:10 am on the nose. Man, that sleepi
power crazy pt VI"Why isn't she waking up?" I asked a few minutes later, looking over at my mother.Percival followed my gaze, "O-oh. I p-put her to s-sleep. Sh-she should be a-awake in about an hour." Percival said. He looked down at my bandaged hand, "C-can I s-see?" I held out my hand and he took off my bandages. I flinched when I saw my gruesome work. Percival did not even seem fazed as he looked at it, turning my hand to see it from a different angle. "You did slow down the progress." He said quietly, seriously toned, wrapping my hand back up. "But don't get any funny ideas about doing this again. With all that, you slowed it down by /maybe/ two hours." He tucked in the end of the wrapping and dropped my hand.I shrugged, "Worth a try." He sighed and looked back up at me, looking as if I was not understanding something dreadfully important.
stay strong casey leighi'm feeling it nowthe separationthe hole in my chesti never thought thati would miss you somy only sisteryou're so far awayserving our countrybut stay strong Casey Leigh!then come back home to me!