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[Apr. 5th, 2005|08:42 pm] |
Bianca lay back on the couch in the apartment, more specifically on
Chris as they watched her favourite movie 'Reservoir Dogs'. She's just
content to lie there ad have her hair stroked and just relax.
"Bianca?"
She didn't want to talk today, she didn't feel like it. "Hm?"
"You're quiet."
She nods, shutting her eyes. "Just happy."
"We won't be for long," Chris said to her, his hand resting on her.
"With whats going to happen."
Bianca shakes her head. She knows what he's talking about but she
doesn't want to hear it. "I don't want to talk about it."
"When I go."
It was out an she still didn't want to think about it. She turned back
to the movie, but the screen hadn't moved. She didn't even know what
scene it was on. "Not now, baby, please."
"I mean, how am I going to get the book?"
"Chris!" She says. "It's been so nice. Why spoil it?"
"What about the museum?"
Bianca sighs. "It's public, isn't it?"
"I mean, who knows when I'll get back."
"You know when." Bianca says. "Don't make me talk about this." She
looked back to television, which was still on the screen. In fact,
nothing seemed to be moving, except for her. And she felt almost
restrained.
"Why the book?" HE says "Why risk it?"
Bianca shook her head, staring at him tapping his hands. Chris doesn't
tap his hands like that. "For the spell, you know that. We talked
about this."
"Then we should talk about it again," Chris tells her. "From the start."
Bianca shook her head, backing off the sofa, "No, you wouldn't."
"Bianca, we're not playing games."
Bianca gets up, but she's struggling. She sudden;y feels exhausted,
like she hasn't slept in forever. "Somethings wrong."
"This isn't funny," He says. He's still tapping. Chris doesn't do that!
"It's not real, is it?" She says, softly. Theres a desperation in her
voice for it to be real, and a paheticness that comes with knowing
it's not.
"Stop it," Chris says, but still unmoving. He hasn't moved.
"Theres nothing here," She says, starting to panic and breathe heavy.
She tries to energy ball the television, sick of the scene that
doesn't exist and nothing happens. "You're not real."
"Bianca," The tone is harsh. He doesn't talk to her like that. Not
when she hasn't done anything wrong.
"You're not real!" She screams at him, throwing the stool at him. Her
voice wavers slightly, raw anger at the fact she's alone and sadness
because she wants to bleieve it's real so badly. "You're not real..."
She sobs, as what should have been a nasty hit from a stool causes the
image to haze, and she's back in the lower levels, back in the
interrogation room and she's still whispering 'You're not real' over
and over when she's put back in her cell.
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