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Date Posted: 20:52:34 02/08/02 Fri
Author: Lydia
Subject: Re: Home?
In reply to: Elsabelle 's message, "Re: Home?" on 12:17:28 02/08/02 Fri

Tears still streamed from her eyes and she quietly leaned against Elsabelle's shoulder, she had forgotten how good it felt to be held when she was so upset, she calmed her breath a little,

"But wherever I go there is trouble. You have no idea how many people have died or been injured over my existance."

She began talking quickly, as she reached down to her side and slipped her hand under her leather jacket where she felt her shirt soaked in warm, sticky blood...that would explain why she was feeling so weak, and why she had began to shiver, she pulled her father's leather jacket closer around her.

She knew she would need medical attention soon, to stop her bleeding, but she continued to talk, not really wanting to put in the effort to go back,

"And when I saw him do that to Hope I just flashed back to women beating me when I couldn't defend mself, the men who..who killed my pa, and every single person who kicked, or spit or sneered at me, or called me a savage half-blood, simply because I wasn't 'pure bred.' And then before I knew it I was flying down those stairs like a hawk on ale, he was no longer Jack, he was every person in my past who had made my life miserable and I-"

She stopped and dropped her head against Elsabelle's shoulder.

Her forhead was so hot that Elsabelle could feel it's heat through her shirt,

"I think I have a fever." Lydia murmered, "I start babbling when I have a fever. I guess I need to go back...How many people know what I did? Does Hope?" She asked dreading having to face other people,

Elsabelle was different from everyone else, in Lydia's mind Elsabelle was the only person in the world who she could talk to. She didn't mind being around Elsabelle, she enjoyed it, in fact, it was just the rest of the world she was uncomfortable around.

Then all of the sudden her feverish bright blue eyes snapped upwards to look into Elsabelle's eyes, "Am I extremely haluscinating already or earlier did...did...did you say that you love me?"

There was a confused look in her eyes, it was clear she hadn't thought anyone loved her, not since her father died at least, and that she found it hard to believe such a thing might be true,

It took her a few seconds to decide what words she wanted to use, then she finally came up with that one perfect word...

"Why?"

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Replies:

Re: Home? -- Elsabelle, 14:12:02 02/09/02 Sat
- Re: Home? -- Lydia, 20:58:22 02/09/02 Sat
  - Re: Home? -- Elsabelle, 13:52:01 02/10/02 Sun
    - Re: Home? -- Lydia, 14:12:29 02/10/02 Sun