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by Allison | ||
| Disclaimer: These characters owned not by me, but by Alliance-Atlantis and CBS. I just like to torture them a bit. This fic was inspired by the song " Darkness" by Third Eye Blind. Author's note* I know that I am in the middle of writing another CSI fic right now, but I felt a serious urge to write this fic as well. Its a Catherine piece and it just sort of came to me while I was standing in the shower ( seriously it did). So here we go. | ||
Hot, scalding water pounds my back, but I cannot feel the pain. I scrub my body until it bleeds, the red water swirling down the drain, but it does not hurt. I am unclean, filthy, dirty, black soul . Every night disgusting, sweaty, obscene men pay to see me dance. Their knarled, stubby fingers leaving scars no one can see. Burns no one can feel sear my heart. But as the water falls over my shoulders I feel numb, almost calm. Old wounds are healing as new ones begin to form, both physical and psychological. It was easy to run away from my mother. Learn to forgive her bad choices by putting as much distance between us as I could. I knew it was her fault I was such a screw up, I hoped God knew it. So I ran. Eddie had proved to be both an escape and a trap. I am a runaway with not a penny to my name and he's a worthless drunk. We make the perfect dysfunctional couple. I ran out of one bad situation right into another one. What seemed a good idea at the time, ended up a tragic mistake. I knew it was to easy and now i've dammned myself to hell. These hands, these poisonous hands, inherited from my mother, ruin all that they touch. Even as I feel the steam swirling around me, my hands feel the cold bite of that pole, the venomous snake. I fear I will contaminate all that is precious to me, just as she did to me so long ago with her drugs sex and carelessness. My precious daughter does not deserve the fate that has befallen me. I am afraid to touch her. She is a clean white sheet, a pillar of virtue, my angel, I will do anything to protect her. I am a black sheep; a lonely, filthy heart; a sinner in the eyes of god. How she came from me I am not sure, but still she gives me strength. I will fight for her, I must fight for her. I will make my soul and conscience clean for her. I will not be like those that spawned me. No one can know my pain, I must be strong. I will halt my desent into hell and never look back. I have too. I must. Blue come over, Born a jonesar, ~ "Never doubt, Never look back. That's the way I live my life" The End | ||
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