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Doing what?

Bury myself alive.

That is never a smart thing to do.

Yeah, so I found out.

Why did you?

It was a stunt, of sorts. An escape, like magic? I was shackled, put in a coffin, and buried in a nine foot deep grave under six feet of dirt. I escaped the shackles and the coffin, then dug my way out.

Is that enjoyable for you?

Usually...but last night I was trying to prove something more than anything. And I didn't prove shit...I think I just made my problems a whole lot worse for myself.

What were you trying to prove?

It's funny...I'm not even sure. Maybe that I could pierce the veil, get close to death by getting in the ground? My girlfriend...she was murdered a month ago. Ever since it happened, I been lookin' for some way to move on...

I feel like she's still with me. Physically. And it's so overpowering I can't grieve like I know I should. I guess I thought maybe I could escape her ghost by climbing into the grave.

I understand you want to move on, but putting yourself in a grave seems quite drastic. If she is a ghost, burying yourself would be quite useless.

I do not know how you will get her to leave you. I wish I was more help.

Talking helps...it's sweet of you to hang around and listen to my troubles.

[smiles shyly and offers his hand] I'm Tommy, by the way.

I do not mind talking to others.

[She smiles, and shakes his hand] I am Addie, a pleasure to meet you.

Good. Have fun?

No. It tried to kill me...I'd have been fine otherwise.

It? Are we talking a greek potsticker sort of "it" or the schizophrenia thing?

The 'it' that brought my order into being. The Darkness...Evil tried to take me out.

Oh. *Chews her lip* You okay?

I survived.

That's reassuring. What did it do to you?

Scarred my ankles and wrists, knocked the hell outta my energy, and just plain pissed me off. Imagine if three football players took you out back and beat the shit outta you with lead pipes and bricks...that's what happened to me metaphysically.

Well thank god you are going to do that again. How bad are the scars?

Did you find what you were looking for?

Yes...no. I don't know.

I found...something. But I think she's deeper in my head than she was before. It's even worse now.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah...I'm sorry, too.

Anyway, doc said I should rest for a few days, and my dad's enforcing it. Just trying to focus on settling into the new place right now.

You pull that shit again..fuck..fuck Tommy!

And here I thought you were done giving me an earful after they released me from the ER last night.

Think twice, motherfucker. I've barely even fuckin started.

Would it end any quicker if I told you someone tried to kill me last night?

It might. Now fuckin' elaborate, brother.

[locked]

When Chan kissed me before I was lowered into the grave, she passed me a key to the shackles. Someone switched out the manacles: they were forged by The Darkness. That's why the medics couldn't find anything wrong with me, my injuries weren't physical except for the wrist.

[locked]

That's why it took you so damn long to get out?

[locked]

More or less. I don't know exactly how the hell I did get out. The manacles were stronger than steel: they were literally crafted with Despair. I've been trussed up in 'em before, back when I first met Zee.

The rain and the quake didn't help. The rain was courtesy of The Darkness. The earthquake...well...I sorta caused that myself.

[locked]

You know this shit just keeps getting more fucked up..

*goes quiet, then looks up. His face changes, as if a veil was lifted*

But I was there back then.

[locked]

You're tellin' me.

[frowns, confused]

When?

[locked]

*zones out on nothing ahead*

At the building. The one slated for demolition. Ben and I were there.

[locked]

[covers his mouth as he loses control and tears start rolling down his face]

[breathless] Oh Jesus-fuckin'-shit...

Are you trying to drive me to an early labor or grave?!

I'm just trying to find a way to move on...and I think I just made things a fuck of a lot worse for myself.

Then try counseling or something!

I'm already seeing a shrink. Two, now. They wanna put me on sleeping pills and tranquilizers, which I can't and won't take.

Farah...do you feel it? The loss? Does it hurt?

Yeah, I really can't go on a lot of those.

...Some days it hurts so bad that I can't breathe.

It doesn't hurt for me. It hasn't hurt once since she died. Yeah, I miss her, but there's no pain. And there should be pain. Right? When you lose something so huge...it should hurt.

Maybe you're blocking it?

I think I'd be numb if that was the case. And I'm not...it's like I'm waiting. S' why I can't sleep at night, I'm always on edge. Anticipating...I'm waiting for something that ain't coming, her.