|Cara Soriano (desertworship) wrote,|
@ 2010-07-26 22:25:00
Some hotel room somewhere in Kansas, I don't even know where. We stop sometimes but I wish it was more. My arms are sore from being wrapped around Nephthys' waist so we can get back to New York.
We've got two dead heads in a duffel bag and they bang against my thigh as we ride.
My life is not like other people's.
I can remember being in Washington. I can remember crawling on my hands and knees for Apep because I wanted to. Only I didn't want to. That woman there... she wasn't me, was she? The things I did for him, to him, make me sick.
I remember killing. I've killed now. I never wanted to be a murderer. But now I can't take that back.
Set is dead and I'm glad, because he was fucking me over and he was evil and there are all these things I never wanted to be but he made me be them. But I want him back, back the way he was before. I want everything back to how it was before.
I don't know who I am any more. I don't know who they made me.