[She remembers. She remembers the violent rage curling in her gut like a snake. She remembers dreaming about blood dripping from her fingers. She remembers a feral smile in the mirror.]
I understand. [Her voice is soft, now.] I felt it, remember? [It's not the same. Not when it only lasted a few days, not when it isn't really part of her. But she knows, at least, how it feels. How hard it is to keep it at bay.]
I don't know if repressing it - ignoring it - will ever work in the long term.
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Date: 2014-08-05 05:16 pm (UTC)From:I understand. [Her voice is soft, now.] I felt it, remember? [It's not the same. Not when it only lasted a few days, not when it isn't really part of her. But she knows, at least, how it feels. How hard it is to keep it at bay.]
I don't know if repressing it - ignoring it - will ever work in the long term.