“Christine, it’s over.” “It’s not over. It’s never over.” I can’t stop screaming, and sobbing. I feel tracks on my cheeks, feather light scratches, and when I touch my fingers to my skin they come away pink. I’m weeping blood. I pinch my eyes shut and will it to stop but my eyes are burning. It was like I was really there. It’s dark in the room now but he has the fire going, crackling and throwing long shadows across the carpet. We’re on the bed. I’m in his lap. He’s very warm, and strong. Too strong. Too strong to be human. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now. No one can get you here.” “No one but you,” I push him away and slide away on the bed. “Don’t touch me like that again.” It’s hard to see his face in the dark, but easy to see his expression crumple. He stands up and goes back to his chair, flops down, and pulls that notebook onto his lap. I sit on the bed in a twisted tangle of quilts and sheets, swiping at my face and leaving long red tracks on my forearms.
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