21 Jan 2001
Type : sequel to Crawling (3 Libra's series)
Spoilers : none
Warnings : AU, LANGUAGE LANGUAGE LANGUAGE *evil grin*
and a twist
Pairings : 2+1
Rating : R
Disclaimer : I don't own anything. I am poor... want a
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Feedback : OH GODS PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!
How am I supposed to get over it? How does someone get over that!? It just doesn't happen. How are you supposed to relate to people what's the matter when, hell, you don't even know yourself? That's the way I felt-- the way I feel every time I try to 'expose my inner problems for guidance and rehabilitation' as the dumb ass shrink put it. Hell, here's the damn inner problems for you, doc.
Let's see. First off, I lost my parents just mere weeks before hand, yes? They fucking abandoned my fer Christ's sake! Just up and left. Oop, here leave him as a ward of the state. Who gives a DAMN how he feels! We don't fucking need him any more! I was just getting over that when in all my mixed up feelings I run away from the person I love with all my heart and get fucking gang raped. GANG RAPED! Get me? Fucked up the ass by a bunch of beered up and horny bastards. And as if I hadn't been through enough already! Fuck shit!
You know what? I cannot STAND to be touched! In any WAY! I cringe when I have to touch a place to wash myself, but if someone was helping me it'd be atleast ten times worse! I hate to wear clothes cause they always touching you! It's a terrible fucking thing when you can't stand to put on clothes or bathe yourself! Jesus Fucking Christ!
And worse yet, the one person I love with all my heart, is trying with all his being to help me and to bring me back to him. But how can I tell him that it's just not possible and never will be. Say, 'Sorry, Heero, but I can't be your lover cause I'm to far over the fucking edge to come back and love you'? 'I can't ever be with you cause I'd feak out if you touched me in any way'? Huh? How am I supposed to do that?
How do you cope with something like this? I dunno how someone else would cope with it, but I have my answer. I'll cope with this my way. I'm sorry.
Mrs. Barton's blood curtling scream could be heard a block down the road. She backed out of the bathroom and collapsed in the hallway, sobbing into her apron.
Heero and Trowa rushed upstairs to see what had happened and were stopped in their tracks.
In the bathroom, lay Duo. A skeletal rag doll, lying in a pool of his own blood.
The End
dhuron asked for more of the 3 Libra's series, well this is the end. You could title it Ending 1, cause I'm thinking of doing an alternate ending. This is dedicated to Nana-mommie, for pulling that nice little death fic on me oh so long ago. ('Boys Don't Cry') I hope you liked it. *evil grin* My death-gore muse, Lucien, wrote this one. I'm fairly pleased with it. Even if you don't like it please reply and tell me where I can fix it for the second version of the ending.
(:./willow/coping)
