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Room 1
Mar 2, 2011 19:00:00 GMT -5
Post by AdminRhea on Mar 2, 2011 19:00:00 GMT -5
Valentin waded through the river that he sometimes imagined around his knees; it wasn't a river of tears or a river of blood, but instead the River Styx. And he was walking against the current. Sometimes he thought he could see eddies and swirls and little skeleton fish flicker by his ankles; it was disconcerting. He shut his eyes, and, consequently, bumped into the nurse when she stopped.
"Watch it," she said, obviously not amused "Your room's right in there." She shut the door after him quite forcefully. He wasn't angry though -- he really didn't care. She was a bitch, but it didn't matter, because she would probably die alone. Bitches usually did. Valentin sat on the bed and looked at the floor. Nothing else interested him...just the floor. It was cold and dirty, the way he liked his floors. Carpet was a lie.
In a moment, maybe he would get up and look for sharp things, but he doubted that he'd find any. Maybe he could drown himself in the Styx and let the water carry him peacefully upstream...
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