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Jez? ::blinks:: you're from Babylon5: Deliverance
aren't ya?
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Thursday, February 08, 2001 10:42
PM
Subject: [PTL Game] The Return of Rianne
Marshall (Attn: Anyone)
A figure sat silently
crouched in the dark clutching a torn piece of
something. She had
been there for hours, not moving, not speaking, almost
not even breathing.
The clock on the nightstand read 1:19 a.m. The
television was on,
but the screen showed nothing but white static. The
curtains were
closed. Clothes lay strewn on the bed and on the floor leaving
a
trail to the door like breadcrumbs. The only sign the figure was alive was
the hazel eyes that peered out into the dark. However, they were glazed
not
focusing on anything or anyone.
She just wanted the pain to go
away. She had been wrong to return home, to
the Legacy. Sloan had been
right. She had not healed and even with time the
hate she had shared with
him had dissolved into mere memories of a life past.
She no longer
cared and felt herself wanting to slip further into the void
to listen to
the voices of those past, Christian, Derek's father, Rachel's
husband. . .
even Philip.
Ria knew Philip was okay but the picture at the hospital
had given her pause
to think. He could have died and Derek had been right
to chastise her for her
foolish behavior. Maybe, just because she was not
sure she wanted to live,
she had been sure no one else would care that
much for their own. It had
happened again. Ria was slipping and she
did not know how to get up. ~Help
me~ her mind screamed feebly.
She was paralysed and did not know how to
move. The voices
would disappear eventually.
A phone rang in the distance gradually
getting louder. Rianne Marshall did
not flinch or turn her head.
~help me!~
{Tag}
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