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Faceless, Ch. 2Faceless
Okay, jean said, breathing loud, okay. She looked around, to make sure Jill was not there. She must be in her room. Jean rushed into the nursery and there she found Jill, sleeping peacefully in her crib.
Why would Jills cries sound like they were coming from the master bedroom if she was in her own room? And why did Jill all of a sudden stop crying, as soon as jean came to her aid?
What the .? Jean gasped in confusion, thats strange.
Jill had no signs that she had been crying, none the less any signs that she even woke up at all. But jean shrugged it off.
Oh well. Maybe Im just not used to this house yet, so my imagination is going out of whack, she said to herself. She heard a car door slam and her parents talking as they made their way up to the front door.
Were back, Jean, Mrs. Winters called to Jean as she walked through the door, everything alri
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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