![]() ![]() I lean against a tree, knees bending, sinking to the ground. Numbness spreads through skin, into muscle, bones. You couldn’t do it then, what makes you think you can now? A voice that mocks, inside. I should have made sure he was dead, but it is too late now. Probably they’d want to dissect my brain to find out what went wrong, why my Levo failed to control my actions. Slateds are unable to commit acts of violence, yet I did Slateds are unable to remember any of their past, yet I do. Even though Wayne attacked me, and all I did was defend myself. I’m not supposed to be able to hurt anyone. No matter what he is, or what he has done, does he deserve to lie there alone and in pain?īut if anyone finds out what I’ve done, I’m finished. Did I leave him suffering? Should I go back, see if I can help him. Is he dead? Is he dying? I shake, and not just from the cold. Memories can be parcelled up, wrapped in fear and denial, and locked behind a wall. That will take longer to cleanse, but I remember how, now. Hold out my hands and arms, rub them again and again in the freezing rain, traces of scarlet long gone from my skin but I can’t stop. Makes trails harder to follow, and that is a good thing today.īut most of all, it washes blood from my skin, my clothes. It washes away tracks, obscures footprints. Holly and beech trees like those around me need it to live and grow. ![]()
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