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jla_watchtowerThis morning starts like any other morning. There were no restless points the night before, no enthusiasm-based insomnia, and this morning is cold and groggy.
As per usual, Amelia is awake disturbingly early. At five AM, she begins to collect her things. She has no one to say goodbye to, so the following four hours are spent packing in silence and solitude. For the first time in many years, Amelia's mind is clear.
When everything has been packed, the room looks like the only bit of life that might've ever breathed into it has been sucked out. It's become another dead cell, cleaned and prepped for someone else's humiliation.
Amelia covers her eyes, and closes the door.
There's two hours of meetings with her various doctors during her stay, and her lawyer. Then it's time to make the appearance in court. The warden and psychiatric head are kinder than she thought they'd be. Dr. Tomin is not, but Amelia keeps a neutral face and answers as best she can. The judge reiterates all the information of her release, but finally it's done. She signs a head-spinning amount of paperwork.
At seven after two-- at least, Eastern Standard Time-- she's on her way back to her big, empty house for the first time in many months. Setting down her things in the front hallway makes an echo. She closes the door, shutting out the snow and wind.
As per usual, Amelia is awake disturbingly early. At five AM, she begins to collect her things. She has no one to say goodbye to, so the following four hours are spent packing in silence and solitude. For the first time in many years, Amelia's mind is clear.
When everything has been packed, the room looks like the only bit of life that might've ever breathed into it has been sucked out. It's become another dead cell, cleaned and prepped for someone else's humiliation.
Amelia covers her eyes, and closes the door.
There's two hours of meetings with her various doctors during her stay, and her lawyer. Then it's time to make the appearance in court. The warden and psychiatric head are kinder than she thought they'd be. Dr. Tomin is not, but Amelia keeps a neutral face and answers as best she can. The judge reiterates all the information of her release, but finally it's done. She signs a head-spinning amount of paperwork.
At seven after two-- at least, Eastern Standard Time-- she's on her way back to her big, empty house for the first time in many months. Setting down her things in the front hallway makes an echo. She closes the door, shutting out the snow and wind.
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Date: 2008-02-22 05:51 pm (UTC)...
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"You threw all the pills in the fire, correct?"
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Date: 2008-02-24 12:53 pm (UTC)"Da," she says quietly. "Maybe I'm relapsing?"
She can't keep a straight face long. "I think you called it a 'vision quest'. I thought those came with inebriation, and if so, I got completely ripped off."
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Date: 2008-02-24 02:01 pm (UTC)Well, that image is going to come back to haunt me at an inopportune moment, now isn't it? He winces the thought away.
"They sometimes manifest to the latently magical through inebriation or malnutrition, and are often -and more reliably - accompanied, if not outright obscured, by hallucinations."
"So how about we split a bottle of vodka, and you tell me what you saw that has you so frightened." A smile. That way we can ensure it never comes to pass.