[Requiem] Grief

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( Trigger warning: deals with some uncomfortable content including abuse and suicide. If you're likely to be upset by it, please don't read it. )

[Requiem] Making the cut

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( Confession. )

Home sweet home

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Packing didn't take long. I don't have much. I like it that way. One bag, that's all I need. Anything more is just vanity and wasted money.

I told Mike - not where I was going, just that I was going and that I'd still work. I kind of like my job. I didn't tell him that. I don't really know how to without sounding like...not-me.

Sometimes there are disadvantages to suspicion. And sometimes when you're not suspicious with people, it hurts worse. So suspicion works best. Fear works best. Fear is smartest.

Instead I took my bag and left.

I took it and went home.

Not home. Not back to my Earth, my Montana, my ranch, my time, my family. Not to my real home.

I went to my new home.

I sneaked through the Interstitial Zone as quietly as I could. I don't like that place; there are monsters and you still only die once. I made it through safely this time, and around all my traps.

A projectile nearly hit me in the head as soon as I closed the door. I dived for cover, but it was just a ball. "Biff! You almost hit me! Can't you go play outside?"

After I received his sheepish apology I left him to be chided more by the professor, whose research our tiff had rudely interrupted, and went to my room.

Unpacking didn't take long. I don't have much. I like it that way.