Another Day's Night

[Murduck]

(( I can't take much more of this ))

*narrows my eyelids*

What the hell is she doing, now?

*walks out of the Winne and up to her car, looking at the windshield*

Wow. What happened here? *raises an eyebrow*

You're cruel.

Hey, I don't choose to do this, I have to.

That's rubbish.

[Lissachoa]

(( hehehe, this is great! ))



*remains sitting there for a moment, keeping quiet as I pll my hand away from the windshiled, tiny things of glass cut and stabbed into my hand as I look down at it, blood an black puss seeped through the wounds*



This is what I have been trying to tell you, you can run away all you want but it will never leave you alone, why go somewhere to be alone when you got a chance here?
have you even told anyone why you hate your name so much?



*lowering my head I weakly reach over with my injured hand and turn off the engine*

[Murduck]

(( I'm dying here. D: ))

*Peeks at her hand, looking rather emotionless and stiff*

Want me to take a look at that?

[Lissachoa]

......my name........

[Murduck]

..*turns to her*

What about your name..

[Lissachoa]

*lowers my head*


they were Jakes last words to me....he said my name, he never did until that night....

*clutches my fist's*

I hated it so much, I didnt want to hear it again, thats why I took a number insted...

[Murduck]

Shit, that's bad.. What can I say to that..?

...*I remain silent, looking away*

[Lissachoa]

* slouches in my seat as though somthing just occured to me*

I remember now...thats how it did it....

*rubs my head where the bullet wound was at*

[Murduck]

..Yer. I was right.

It was my fault, then.

[Lissachoa]

*reasts my head up against the stearing wheel*

I dont care who's fault it is, I just.....

.........

[Murduck]

...What?

[Lissachoa]

....I just want to fee-.....*passes out*

[Murduck]

(( >.> Wooh, she fell asleep. *robs her of her belongings* ))

...Great. *Sighs, and opens the door, lifting her out from the car seat and kicking the door shut. I carry her to my Winne, and lay her down on my bed, tending to the wounds on her hand, not saying a word*

[Lissachoa]

(( NOOOOO not me subway stamps!! ))


*a few hours passes by laying motionless, some times it was hard to tell if she was alive at all, this was probebly the longest she has even been sleep. eventually she start to stir about almost as thoguh having a nightmare*

[Murduck]

~ The Winnebago was left empty, and only she remained. Her wounded hand was bandaged tightly by nurturing hands, and tended to. On the bedside table, was a glass of water, pills, an ice bag and a crumpled little note left for her to read. ~