On His Terms
Mystry
Liz
*clutches my eyes, slowly open my eyes*
Liz
(my eyes are open but I'm still here, sort of)
Liz
(Things look wrapped, strange, but I'm still in my nightmare, A nightmare that I will never wake up from.)
Liz
(I stare down at my legs, my very real legs, and see that it can't possibly be fabricated from some subconscious part of my brain)
Liz
(Everything is real, very fucking real)
???
*standing in the corner of the room*
Liz
*head pounds behind eyes, sweat trickles down the side of the temples to the back of the head*
Liz
*cranked neck, turn head towards the sound*
Liz
(Where the hell am I?)
Liz
(why is my brain frizzy?)
Liz
*inch up into the elbow*
???
*Step out of the dark shadow of the corner*
???
Sorry, Cub but since the new revelation came to light...
Liz
(I didn't have to see to recognise the voice, now that it's closer...)
Who. Am. I?
Aeron
*kneeled beside bed*
Liz
*lay back, scrunching eyes closed*
Liz
(I don't want to see him. I don't want to feel him, I thought I ran from him, far enough to have him not catch me)
Aeron
You're no longer something I need to keep alive
Liz
(when I was a little girl, my grandpa who I called "pop" would tell me)
Liz
(Liz you're just like your nona, you have so much fight in you, A little spitfire)
Liz
(Just remember, that it doesn't matter the size of the dog, what matters is the size of the fight inside the dog)
Liz
(we all have good and bad in us, liz make sure you feed the right one)
Liz
(through high school and College, I had that embedded in my brain)
Liz
(when I get bullied I would tell myself "feed the right fire"—until I broke Jackson Peterson's nose for touching my, and my best friend's ass.)
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