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Jun. 18th, 2007 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeAnd crossposted here, for those of you who don't know about ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ficfrenzy (AND WHY NOT?!) and those of you who just... yeah, I don't know, I'm cross-posting because I want to, so nyah. More Barton Hall!
It hurt. Her skin hurt, her teeth hurt, her hair hurt. Everything tingled and prickled and she had long since run out of tears. David and Will were curled up together on a mattress next to her bed which was sweet but the important part of that was that they were curled up together. And she was curled up alone. Her bed was cold except for the spaces she occupied. It felt wrong.
She crawled out of bed and tipped on curled toes in the direction of the door. Her fingers curled around the blanket and dragged it with her, over mattress and boys, but neither of them moved. They were very nearly as exhausted as she was over the events of the past few days. It didn't occur to her that they would wake up, and she wasn't sure what she would have done or how she would have explained herself if they had. She didn't know what she was doing.
She didn't know where she was going, either. There was something that she was following, a scent or a neon glow-in-the-dark trail on the wall. Her fingertips ran over the rough wallpaper, over the creases it left and the ridges of the molding on the wall. Down to the basement. Bare feet on cold plastic and down to carpet that didn't quite insulate against the concrete floor. Down to a utility room no one ever utilized anymore. She followed him because she didn't have a choice, except she hadn't had a choice for the past two night and here she was, making that choice.
The rest of it, and teh rest of the stories in the series, is at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bartonhall. Explanations upon request. All stories friends-locked, as original work you may want to use elsewhere must be. Poke me to be added!
ficfrenzy (AND WHY NOT?!) and those of you who just... yeah, I don't know, I'm cross-posting because I want to, so nyah. More Barton Hall!It hurt. Her skin hurt, her teeth hurt, her hair hurt. Everything tingled and prickled and she had long since run out of tears. David and Will were curled up together on a mattress next to her bed which was sweet but the important part of that was that they were curled up together. And she was curled up alone. Her bed was cold except for the spaces she occupied. It felt wrong.
She crawled out of bed and tipped on curled toes in the direction of the door. Her fingers curled around the blanket and dragged it with her, over mattress and boys, but neither of them moved. They were very nearly as exhausted as she was over the events of the past few days. It didn't occur to her that they would wake up, and she wasn't sure what she would have done or how she would have explained herself if they had. She didn't know what she was doing.
She didn't know where she was going, either. There was something that she was following, a scent or a neon glow-in-the-dark trail on the wall. Her fingertips ran over the rough wallpaper, over the creases it left and the ridges of the molding on the wall. Down to the basement. Bare feet on cold plastic and down to carpet that didn't quite insulate against the concrete floor. Down to a utility room no one ever utilized anymore. She followed him because she didn't have a choice, except she hadn't had a choice for the past two night and here she was, making that choice.
The rest of it, and teh rest of the stories in the series, is at
bartonhall. Explanations upon request. All stories friends-locked, as original work you may want to use elsewhere must be. Poke me to be added!