pain_train: (miss the past that no longer exists)
pain_train ([personal profile] pain_train) wrote 2014-11-10 08:05 pm (UTC)

Day 154 | afternoon | action

She's silent for a long time, considering this, trying to shake things loose in her mind. It's all random details, very disorganized, but she's not stupid. She can put things together.

"I'm glad you made it that way," she finally says, measuring out her words. "Because I know... I know someone steals my paintings. There was a red one. A sunset. I know I painted it. It was... Important." Though hell if she can remember why, now. "Whenever I'm in the hospital, they take all my stuff. And I never remember at first, when I get sent home, but I can remember now, kind of. I'm tired of... I'm tired of my shit just getting taken, you know? It's like they think I'll never realize it's gone. And maybe I shouldn't, I don't know. But it's like... It's like having a fucking stone in your boot, just rubbing the sharp edge into your ankle every time you take a step."

She frowns. "If they come for me, is there any way to make it so they can't take this? Or... shit I guess I shouldn't ask you and I shouldn't even be... fuck this is so confusing."

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