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Post by Daz on Aug 27, 2006 22:07:32 GMT
I look at him, wanting to tell him my name.. but its so hard to recall..
About half an hour elapses before I open my mouth once more.. the sound of my own language is so calming... for once I feel.. at home..
"C...crystal."
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Post by Jacky on Aug 27, 2006 22:13:41 GMT
All that time didn't mean anything to me, and when she speaks again I can't say whether an hour or a second passed. I look at her, somewhat relieved to hear her talking. It feels strange, but somehow.. human. Something I didn't experience in a long time. When she says the word I assume it's her name, which seems to make sense. I point at myself.. hesitant. I don't know my name for sure. I only know what They call me.. I forgot my past, but all I have left are these four letters who tell me who I am. "Jack"
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Post by Daz on Aug 27, 2006 22:17:35 GMT
"Jack." I repeat as a murmur.. with a knowing that the name will linger with me for years to come. My mind hasnt felt socialisation in so long im now at loss for words. His face is all that I can see now, all that I have to think about. It takes the pain away.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 28, 2006 22:12:54 GMT
I nod. "Crystal." I repeat hers, because with every word spoken it just seems more human, more real.
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Post by Daz on Aug 28, 2006 22:34:43 GMT
"...Thank you." I murmur, refering to the bread... but of course there is alot more to that thanks..
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Post by Jacky on Aug 28, 2006 22:36:41 GMT
I don't know what she's thanking me for though. But I nod. I would smile if I would remember how to.
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Post by Daz on Aug 28, 2006 22:40:09 GMT
I move a little closer too him, hoping this time that he wont be afraid of my touch to his wounds. "... stay still.." I whisper as I press a sleeve-covered hand to a deep cut on his forhead to stop the bleeding.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 29, 2006 8:23:47 GMT
I inch away a little in reflex, but not far enough to prevent her from touching the wound. I look at her warily, that flame of mistrust returning to my eyes now that she's so close. But nonetheless, I stay still. Very still. I don't want to be scared of her.
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Post by Daz on Aug 29, 2006 22:36:12 GMT
Ive never been able to sit back and watch such pain inflicted on others. And I know that it'll always be me to be first to step foward and help those in need. Help those suffering...
As I look at Jack in this different light now... Now I can see him as a person... I cant bare to let myself see him bleed to death in front of me. Those open wounds are so vunerable to disease... and I know I must do my best to keep him safe. I cant loose him now... he's truthfully all I have.
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Post by Jacky on Aug 30, 2006 16:59:10 GMT
I watch her silently as she cares for the wounds on my face, still wary and tense to the bone, but allowing nonetheless. As she touches one of the worst I wince for a moment and pull back, so she's no longer touching me. From this little distance my eyes fix on hers. "Okay" I speak.
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