Carrie hovered in a fetal position in a dark corner of the lobby, moaning softly. The flashbacks were troubling her again. In her mind's eye, the red liquid curtain fell on her, the town went up in flames, her mother came at her with the kitchen knife, over and over again. She'd never really get used to them, however often they happened. There was really nothing she could do when they happened except wait for them to stop.
Finally, finally, she snapped out of the horrific images. She remained curled and trembling for several seconds, whimpering. Twenty years of the memories, twenty years of flashbacks.
Oh mamma mia, mamma mia, mamma mia let me go . . .
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Date: 2006-01-08 05:22 pm (UTC)Finally, finally, she snapped out of the horrific images. She remained curled and trembling for several seconds, whimpering. Twenty years of the memories, twenty years of flashbacks.
Oh mamma mia, mamma mia, mamma mia let me go . . .