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Subject: No! Author: Kitai [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:37:48 03/05/02 Tue In reply to: Tortalla 's message, "Kitaaiiiii..." on 20:26:24 02/27/02 Wed That's not true! I didn't start anything! It wasn't my fault! *Screams, tears streaming down her face.* I didn't kill Jake and it's not my fault that he's a horrible monster! You can't put all the blame on me! IT WASN'T MY FAULT!!! [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: Kitaaiiiii... Author: Tortalla [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 18:17:11 03/18/02 Mon But it is, and you know it. Your parents converge on you...Sir is with them, and all his demons. They form a circle around you, chanting. "Your fault, your fault, your fault!" The demons add a weird harmony, speaking faster and faster. "You killed Jake, you killed Jake, you killed Jake!" They lock hands and turn, your parents and Sir in one direction, the demons in another, like some mad, nightmarish sing-along. "Your, fault, your, fault!" "You killed Jake, you killed Jake!" Faster, faster, louder, louder, the taunting pressing in on you. You press your hands to your ears and squeeze your eyes shut, but you can still hear, and you can still hear, and the knowledge of your murder whirls around you, settling deep into your brain, weighing heavily on your conscience. You...killed...Jake... [ Post a Reply to This Message ]