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[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

The necklace I wear all the time doesn't really belong to me even though it has my name on it. It's my mother's. She had it made when I was born to bring her good luck. I like to think it worked until someone stabbed her in the chest with a katana right in front of me. I was five. I still can't remember his face to this day even though we were looking right at each other. The doctors said when I was a kid that my subconscious was trying to protect me...

I'm getting off topic.

Anyways, she survived for about a minute afterward. I did everything I could think of to stop the bleeding but, we both knew what was going to happen next. So she gave it to me for good luck and died.

I don't know why I'm sharing this story with all of you. I'm going to guess it's a virus. I haven't bothered checking the community to know for sure one way or another. I don't really care about it either as long as we don't have to talk about her. She was the only person in the world who could make me truly happy before I met Bruce, Matt, and Candy. 

 

My time with her is my business alone. I expect all of you to respect that even if the community doesn't.

Comments

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

It's a virus.

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

Good to know everyone else is sharing pointless life stories.

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

It's been kind of interesting to watch so far.

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

Really? Got any recommended readings?

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't want to single anyone out. You just have to see for yourself.

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

I'll be sure to browse around then. I'm guessing it skipped you over for now?

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

Now we just hope it sticks.

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

For what it's worth I'm rooting for you. I'd hate for the community to make you ramble on about your life of domestic bliss.

[t-point-man.livejournal.com]

... I'm sorry.

Do you want to go out, have some coffee, stay away from the comm and try to forget this day existed? And by coffee I mean drinks.

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

Is that what you'd call it?

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

Yeah. That'd be great right about now.

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

Do you have better way of putting it?

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

No.

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

Then that's how it's being put.

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. [There's a long pause almost like he's disconnected, then.]

locked;

I was there when my mother died.

[t-point-man.livejournal.com]

Perfect. Your world of mine? I rather come to yours, if you don't mind. [So he can avoid Eames.]

[locked]

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

...

What happened?

[locked]

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

I was three. Drug dealers chopped her up.

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

My world works. [Worldhopping away when she's obviously upset looks too suspicious right now.]

[locked]

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

Were they dealt with? [She liked to think Dexter had gotten luckier than her and saw some kind of justice.]

[locked]

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

Eventually. One of them anyway.

[locked]

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

Better than nothing. [That's what she had; absolutely nothing. It's why she hated to speak about it. It was only a reminder of how fragile her psyche was that it wouldn't even let her attempt to get revenge.]

... Thanks for telling me.

[locked]

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

I'm sorry you didn't get yours.

[locked]

[namedfortragedy.livejournal.com]

Me too. These things happen I guess. There's nothing I can really do to change it.

[locked]

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

No, but that doesn't make it easier.