Living the fucking Fairytale
Secret Note Meme 
Sep 15th, 2008
cinderfuckinrella: (flirty smile)
Pass a Secret Note Meme

((Even better, Vivian has no memory of the last four years right now, so bring on the plot puncturing confusion. XD))
Comments 
Sep 23rd, 2008 (UTC)
Anonymous
I love you. I don't understand why you left, why you never told me, why you never fucking TALK to me... why you never came home.

I don't even know if you're dead or alive. You think I hurt you bad, fucked you up or fucked you over... what I've done to your body, you've now done to my heart, my soul.

Does that make you happy? Do you even care?
Sep 27th, 2008 (UTC)
You know if I could remember what happened, who the hell you are; I'd tell you that I didn't leave. I'd tell you that I was taken and that I loved you. But you never came for me, I prayed and prayed that you'd find me, that you weren't glad to be rid of me. But you left me there to rot or die at his hand.

Maybe I should have told you I knew it was coming, but I was scared you'd think it was all in my mind. Scared of you rejecting me because I was insane and having hallucinations, or that you'd blame me if you actually believed it. I was there for a long ass time, he chained me to the wall like a fucking animal Wolfie, practically ripped our daughter from inside me and took her and then left me bleeding, dying.

But I don't remember you, I don't remember what we had together, instead I remember what he did. Of all the memories that could have been stolen by the explosion, it left the one that I want rid of the most, the one that leaves me shaking, reaching for the pills and the bottle to drown it out.

I know I'm married, but I haven't got a clue who to. I can't find out fuck all, no-one knows me. I don't even exist, he took everything, my life, my daughter, you... even my name.

But most of all, I'm scared of you, the unknown. I have scars, and I don't know where they came from, and they frighten me. I'm a scarred street hooker, who got herself into a whole heap of shit, and I'm carrying around an engagement ring that could buy me a fucking house. I might have forgotten lots of things, but I know what I am, and I can do the math. I ain't no fuckin' cinderella.
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