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[teetheyes]

Don’t listen… I remember. I’m an ugly place.

Between 1920 to 1990 I left a trail of bodies starting with Venice. In 1986 I filled five graves with five boys; Jonathan Howard Thayer was 17, Reed A. Casey Jr. was 15, Gabriel Ashe was 15, I forget the rest. I killed a man at Carnivale 1920, then I killed her, then Constantine killed me. I let Constantine live. I fell in love with The War. I killed two boys in Birmingham, Alabama, that’s when I learned shibari. It was 1990. I bled Davy in the bathtub into Amarillo’s drains while drinking dry wine. I joined the Nazi Party in 1934 and became a member of the SS. I gave 452909756 an injection of petrol to the heart. Gabriel Ashe survived. I met him again in 1997 and put him to sleep. I had HIV for months and Still. Kept. Fucking. A truck took Jacob’s head while I polished him off in his father’s 1964 Mustang. That wasn’t my fault. I met John in 1973, I didn’t kill him because of Charles. He could kill me. That bullet Matthew took was meant for me.

I could say more… I need to throw up.

I cry in my sleep.

Comments

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I'd ask how that happened, if it were appropriate.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

It's not like I can stop myself from telling you today, though.

It was an accident. It's in the past.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

It's why you don't like being reminded of your youth.

((ooc: if Faye's had nightmares about it Cori might know ;-;))

[glock30.livejournal.com]

Or lack thereof. Now that I remember, I think I was better off not remembering.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Sorry.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

Unless you put me in there, it's not like you have anything to apologize for.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I know, but I'd help to make you dream of it less if I could.

[glock30.livejournal.com]

I--oh. It's not so bad anymore. Just kind of... suffocating, ya know?

That's... thanks.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know what you mean.