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Post by Copper on May 18, 2015 21:24:11 GMT
"See you," he murmured sadly, raising a hand in a half-hearted wave. "I'll be here for you as soon as you come back."
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Post by Dawnmist on May 18, 2015 21:30:56 GMT
"Goodbye," she murmured, placing a hand on the door to the dormitory. She faltered slightly, remembering the terrible voice from minutes earlier, but pushed it open regardless. Her heart sank as she took in the state the room was in.
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Post by Copper on May 18, 2015 21:36:21 GMT
You're watching her, and what little is left of your self that can feel feels anger boiling through your core
She could have saved you, she could have saved herself, had she just listened to you
There is only a little of you really left, but that little is powerful, that little has not been banished yet
She could have saved herself
She could have been purified by you, you could have purified her of others
You want her with you
You want her with you
You want her with you
You want her with you
You want her with you
You reach out, slowly, for her shoulder
You are so empty and you don't know what you are anymore
You want her with you so badly
With you forever
With you like you used to be
With you
With you
With you
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Post by Dawnmist on May 18, 2015 21:41:37 GMT
Tessa shivered, checking the window. It was bolted firmly shut. It occurred to her that going back into the room with the unnatural chill and possible ghostly presence wasn't the best of her ideas, but at that moment she couldn't bring herself to care. "Let the day do its worse," she sighed to herself, sinking to her knees and returning to packing.
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Post by Copper on May 18, 2015 21:47:26 GMT
You draw your hand back, she'll feel you, she'll feel you if you touch
No, you need a plan
The idea reminds you of who you used to be, and you feel what you distantly remember as relief
You pry a bit through your memories, you try to remember the other faces
They were so blurry and so distant until you managed to come inside this place, now they are clearer
They poisoned her
They poisoned her
They poisoned her
They poisoned her
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You must purify her
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Post by Dawnmist on May 18, 2015 23:02:13 GMT
Her fingers lingered as she picked up a book from beside her on the floor. It was heavily bound in leather - not the type she would usually go for, but this had been a gift from her sister. Tessa pursed her lips, running a thumb down the spine and taking note of every contour in its surface. If Elizabeth were here... She didn't dare entertain the thought. It was something she had wondered over many times before, what little good it did her. No, it only succeeded in making her more upset.
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Post by Copper on May 18, 2015 23:05:44 GMT
You see the book in her hands
She still loves you
There is still hope
For her to be pure
Pure
The empty journal will be your plan, your hope
Paper will house the remainders your soul, bind it in leather, ink make it whole
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You touch the book, letting your essence seep into the pages
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Post by Dawnmist on May 18, 2015 23:09:03 GMT
Tessa felt a chill pass down her spine for the second time as she carefully thumbed the front cover of the book open. She couldn't help herself, and whispered "Lizzie?"
As soon as the word had escaped her lips she felt immensely foolish. Her sister was dead and gone. That was that.
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Post by Copper on May 18, 2015 23:12:55 GMT
For a moment, nothing happened. But slowly, black ink words began to write themselves across the pages in Elizabeth's neat handwriting, the words darkening the tiny fibers of the thin paper as they dried.
It's me.
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Post by Dawnmist on May 18, 2015 23:53:52 GMT
She froze. For a moment everything was silent. And then a sound was ripped from her throat - half gasp, half sob. She pushed the book away from her, fingers jumping to her lips. "But..."
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Post by Copper on May 18, 2015 23:57:18 GMT
I thought you'd be happier to meet me again.
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Post by Dawnmist on May 19, 2015 0:00:21 GMT
She wasn't sure how to react. So she didn't at first, not for a minute at least. "You're dead," she said at last, trying desperately to still her voice. "The dead are supposed to stay dead."
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Post by Copper on May 19, 2015 0:04:23 GMT
The book seemed to ruffle it's pages a bit in indignation. Says the girl who goes to a school infested with ghosts.
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Post by Dawnmist on May 19, 2015 0:07:50 GMT
Tessa smiled despite herself. "How are you doing this?" The whole experience felt surreal to her, and she wasn't sure if hallucinations were a side effect of the tumour along with the seizures. She'd be inclined to attribute it all to her cancer, had Nic not confirmed the suspicions.
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Post by Copper on May 19, 2015 0:38:09 GMT
I'm not really a ghost, in the way you'd define it, the ink spelled, pausing for a moment before continuing. Mostly just a remaining fragment of a soul. A splinter, if you will, of what I used to be. But this notebook has enough of my own thought and influence to be able to complete me, for the most part. If I were a ghost, I wouldn't have been able to join with the book.
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Post by Dawnmist on May 19, 2015 9:09:34 GMT
She wasn't sure what to say, and swallowed. The dryness in her mouth surprised her. "And... Why are you here?"
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Post by Copper on May 19, 2015 11:12:33 GMT
You're scared, was the response. You need a sister now more than ever. And this way, I can be with you again.
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Post by Dawnmist on May 19, 2015 11:29:56 GMT
"Oh..." The quiet sound was drawn from the back of her throat, and Tessa ran a thumb over the corner of the page. "You know about the craniotomy, then." She blinked a few times to try and dispel the tears forming behind her eyes.
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Post by Copper on May 19, 2015 15:42:30 GMT
I have been watching. Even if I've never gotten to make any contact until now.
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Post by Dawnmist on May 19, 2015 16:02:56 GMT
"Well you're right, I am scared." She glanced down at her hands, regarding her chewed nails with an air of contempt for herself. "You probably know the figures. And they're keeping me awake to monitor my language. I think I'd rather be sleeping."
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