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[mk_warren_hpy]

Alone in my room and the clock ticks off the amount of time I haven't slept. A metronome can be comforting: white noise, like a wave machine, static, or those tapes they sell. Throwing your clock across the room as hard as you can and watching it shatter against the wall into a thousand irreparable pieces? Equally comforting. Priceless even

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[primordial_evil]

I come together, bring myself together to form a shape, incorporeal but real enough for him. He knows the form that I'm wearing. It's what he wants to see, and am I so terrible for giving it to him.

I hear him plead. It makes me smile. Or rather, it makes Trena smile.

"Oh, Warren," I breathe, stepping out of the shadows and looking at him. What a pathetic little boy, broken his favorite toy and now he can't get over it. Well, it's all the better for me. The ambiance he's created in this room is very fitting. I'd feel grateful, if I could.

[mk_warren_hpy]

...Did she speak, or is it Memorex?

My fingers give way to sight, which is very generous of them, I think. And she is there.

I wish the room were more well lit. Bright enough to see every pore. Only I wouldn't want to be so revealed. Skin issues.

"...Katrina..."

It's the proper response in this situation.

[primordial_evil]

"You've missed me, Warren, haven't you?" My mouth - her mouth - moves in a little half-smile as I take a small step forward.

He looks so sad. Sad little boy. I know that if I tell him to jump, he'll start bouncing off of the walls. Just what I need.

[mk_warren_hpy]

"Trina..."

I'm choking on her name. It swells in my throat and flows into my lungs and I can't breathe. I can't breathe at all. Maybe she is finally throttling me in my sleep.

"I'm sorry!" I gasp, forcing the sound at past all that her. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

I reach out to touch her and my hand passes right through.