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Date Posted: 07:23:37 09/18/06 Mon
Author: Gianna
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Justin 's message, " Burn me once, Shame on you... " on 07:14:29 09/18/06 Mon

(She had been in the psyche ward for so long that it was becoming a sick sort of prison to her and she was highly doubtful that her 'cleared for release' status would hold. She had been cleared once before and right when she'd become excited about it the offer had been renegged and they'd drugged her ass up again. She was sick of the drugs. Sick of not being in control of her thoughts. Sick of people looking at her like she was a spineless bitch. The only time she'd left the war during her three month stay had been to go on short walks which were accompanied by handcuffs hooked to a chain around her waist. Whatever sick son of a bitch had signed the orders to detain her this long needed to be shot in the head.. and not some easy double tap that knocked him down.. but a close range shot with a 12 guage.. nice and fucking messy. When the door opened, she looked up, the small stuffed elephant that Remy had brought her for the baby in her hand. At nearly five months she was underweight, but only in the sense that the baby was underweight. She had put on weight and was a healthy woman in all sense of the word.. she was just praying the baby had fight in him, or her, to catch up. She had long since stopped hoping that Skeeter would forgive her.. or show some sign that he still cared for her.. and it damn near brought her to her knees still to see that he looked on her with that defensive wall he had erected months ago. Living in a constant state of guilt, shame and lonliness was not becoming of a woman her of her age and intelligence.. and yet here she was, hating herself for wanting to throw herself at his feet and beg him to take her back home.. to look on her like he used to, like she was special and like he loved her. Stop it, Gia.. He doesn't love you.. he's just looking out for his child.. She took a deep breath and laid the elephant in her bag, then quietly shouldered it.) Hello to you too. (She said softly, walking past him and into the hallway, more than willing to get the fuck out of Dodge.)

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inside -- Skeeter, 07:29:34 09/18/06 Mon
- Inside -- Gia, 07:38:52 09/18/06 Mon
  - inside -- Justin, 07:55:47 09/18/06 Mon
    - Inside -- Gia, 08:02:40 09/18/06 Mon
      - inside -- Skeeter, 08:12:44 09/18/06 Mon
        Inside -- Gia, 08:20:33 09/18/06 Mon
        inside -- Justin, 08:34:21 09/18/06 Mon
        Inside -- Gia, 08:44:35 09/18/06 Mon
        inside -- Skeeter, 08:52:21 09/18/06 Mon
        Inside -- Gia, 09:00:17 09/18/06 Mon