a semi-story by Dot
A strange little piece out of a lot of boredom. Please remind me to shoot myself next time I want to have a EVA marathon. :)
I stare at the tinted, cracked glasses in my hands. Why do I keep such a thing?
Pain. Searing, hot, white pain. And someone shouting her name, over and over again.
Something wet splashes onto the glass. I am crying. Why? And why does it feel like I have seen tears before?
More pain. Something strange invading her body. The Thing which she does not understand makes Itself known to her.
I remember things, yet I do not remember them.
"You remind me of a mother." He grins sheepishly. Her face grows hot.
The tinted glasses reflect my face badly, and my image in it distorts.
Her face twists in anger. "If the Commander told you to commit suicide, you'd do it!"
I know what will happen to me.
He grabs her shoulder much too tightly. "It is time."
But I am not afraid.
The hands around her neck tighten viciously. "You are replaceable, like me."
Yet I am afraid.
Hands balled into fists pounding the floor, distraught. "I am as stupid as my mother!"
I wish to disappear, but he does not allow it. No, she does not allow it.
"If it's a boy, we'll name him Shinji. If a girl, Rei."
Who am I? What am I?
"I think I am the Third."
It does not matter. Not any more.
Why do most of my first-person narritive stories sound like the person talking is on crack? (On second thought, don't answer that ^^;)
Copyright 1999 by Dot
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