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Date Posted: 18:37:01 07/24/04 Sat
Author: Sadie Rose
Subject: Not Every Rose Has Thorns
In reply to: Huttser 's message, ">Wolf<" on 20:02:25 07/21/04 Wed


She watches the two with glazed, fixed eyes. It was a slow reel of pictures flashing before her, none of it making sense. Was she really there? Is it real or is it a day trip to the paralell universe?


Her arm started to shake, harder and harder, the sweater coming close to slipping from her grip. But, there it was, down inside of her. He was dying. Dying. She told herself again and again untill she found the life inside of her to move. Move forward, Sadie, go.


Her feet moved quickly but she didn't know it. It took her by suprise that she found herself next to the boy. When had she moved?


Her mouth opened, wanting to respond the wolf's voice inside of her. Assitance. That's what he said. The sweater. Blood.


"You have to take...the bleeding...help..."


Her voice seemed somewhere else, someone elses, coming from her mouth. And then as if someone had breathed life back into her, she was on her knees, putting her garmet against the boy. Her face was wet. She didn't know she was crying. The sweater was quickly changing from green to red. Blood red. Sadie didn't know if her actions were helping or if it was pointless, but she didn't think of it.


Without looking back at the wolf, she spoke, again her voice seemed distant, monotone. "Do I go?"


Doctor. He said doctor, Sadie. "Sheilah..." The spoke the first thing that came to her head. The knees of her dress were soaked with the blood, everywhere was blood. She pressed harder on his chest.


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