i guess i just assumed she wouldve said something sorry i was kind of wondering if ud seen her as a robot in your memories 2? i thought maybe if someone else might be able 2 confirm it or not
Yeah I'm managin' Most of em are just weird? Like sometimes I'm a high school girl And other times I remember fightin' a bunch of other girls that looked just like me? And one time I was fightin' Liz! I had a giant axe!
well stuff not making sense is pretty par 4 the course so it sounds like ur in the thick of it with the rest of us fighting urself tho? or ur clones? thats kinda creepy
I'll try my best to catch you then. Though I might just fall down with you.
[Derek pauses for a second to think and then nods.]
Not Indian and no curry. Got it. I'll think of something. It'll be a surprise OK? Is 6:30 a good time to pick you up? Where do you live?
[Yes, and hour and a half should be enough time for him to get home, shower, change, pick of flowers, and drive over to her place without looking completely winded.]
[A series of small creaks precede the low hum of bending springs within the mattress. It sinks in a bit, the extra several pounds of her metal limbs pushing down hard. It's dark––too dark to see anything. As her body settles into the frame of the bed and the creaking and humming and bending stops. There's only the sound of her breath, trepedatious and slow as she lays in darkness for long enough to make her wonder if her eyes are open or closed. She reaches out and gently touches her sister's shoulder with a single finger or in a different situation, the barrel of a gun. Not neccesarily try to wake her, but, well, there's worse ways to wake someone up when you've literally snuck into their bed. She lays beside her in silence, next to her sister. Thinking, thinking, thinking.
It reminds her of when they were especially young. You lay along your sibling and don't second guess it. You're close to your sibling and don't second guess it. Why can't she go back to that? Why can't the one person that can help her be allowed in? There's always something. Maybe she did run away, but who's the real failure of a sister? She wants to wrap her arms around her––what's left of her. And if that didn't wake her and terrify her, it would probably just hurt her. You can't hug your sister with such dangerous arms. Instead she settles for soft syllables from the tip of her tongue.]
I am sorry.
Please forgive me.
I do not know how to swim in this ocean.
[Angela moves a bit closer to her sisters, nudging her forehead against Lillian's arm.]
I am ungrateful. I am a miserable worthless weak woman. I torture you constantly.
I am not human. I do not think that I was ever human to begin with, sister. Something has been wrong with me for a long time, and I am sorry for making you part of it.
If you didn't wake up tomorrow, I wouldn't want to wake up either. I would not deserve it.
I want to be your sister.
[She's crying. A little bit. Not quite audibly so, but the finger on her shoulder trembles slightly, under the weight of tears that seem remarkably heavy. Heavier than her arms by a mile.]
[It was hard to say exactly when Lillian woke up. She was a heavy sleeper and not unfamiliar to having someone in bed with her, so other than a faint shift, she didn't react much at all when Angela crawled in with her.]
[Her eyes eventually opened, looking away from Angela, trying to process the things she half-heard as she woke up. Eventually one part hooks into her attention, and she shifts, rolling over slowly to face her sister.]
[She brought a hand up silently to wipe across her cheek, brushing away a few of those tears. She smiled, but it was...sad.]
[Derek's face grows warm at Lillian's comment. She totally sees right through his attempt at flirting. Good grief is he going to be able to handle her?]
[Derek sees that he got her text and looks at the address.]
Oh, so you live near campus eh? I'm familiar with that area! And I'll text you before I come pick you up. See you Friday and good luck with that paper.
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