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The problem is that I'm starting to actually like Elizabeth and Liberty's story. I'm not sure where exactly this is going to go, or how long it's going to take, but I'm enjoying the ride.
If you need to catch up on the parts, or just want to read a summary of what's happened so far, check out my Taking Liberty page.
Let's see where we go today. abrupt, kernel, wield
"My funeral" the voice had said. My funeral. Even though I could feel myself floating away, the words caught in my mind. The voice, could it be--
"Liberty?" I whispered.
Abruptly the presence was gone.
The lights, the scent of the flowers, the monotonous minister reading the obituary, all of it came flooding in on me like a wall of water. I flinched at the overload. Dena looked at me, tears still in her eyes, and took my hand.
"I know...It's so sad." She whispered in my ear.
I nodded, noncommittally. No matter what the voice said, I was pretty sure I was going crazy. The fact that the voice told me I wasn't going crazy made it seem even more plausible. Did crazy people just hear voices? Did they feel things, too like I had?
A wave of nausea hit me as I thought about her touch and kiss. If I had imagined it all, why had I imagined that? I wanted to make out with a dead girl?
"God." I said, louder than I meant to. A few heads shifted to look at me, but for the most part the crowd stayed the same.
Stony faces, very few with tears. A small kernel of anger came to life inside me. Why weren't more people crying?
A muffled giggle caught my ear and I turned to find the sound. A couple of boys were sitting toward the back, laughing. One shook his head and punched the other in the arm.
"They're laughing?" I heard a faint voice in my mind. The voice was full of hurt and disappointment.
I nodded, knowing that somehow, wherever Liberty was, she would understand the gesture. I could feel my anger growing, sharpening to a fine point, like a blacksmith wielding a grindstone.
More people were starting to notice the horseplay. The giggling was starting to spread.
Liberty shouldn't have to know this, to hear this...desecration. I wanted to protect her, to shield her from this.
"Oww, Lizzy." I heard Dena say beside me. I looked down and saw that I was clutching her hand so hard that my nails had cut into her skin.
Red welled up in the crescent shape. I stared at the blood, and felt the black wave coming across me again. This time I didn't fight it, I welcomed it.
"We can make them stop laughing." I said in my mind. "We can make them stop, Liberty."
I had to stop there today guys, I was worried it was going to go to a cliched Carrie type of place. And once I had that image of Carrie in my mind, it was hard to do away with. Let's see what Elizabeth and Liberty are able to do next week.