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It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels.

Lucy Christopher

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Lucy Christopher
Age: 54
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It happened like this. I was stolen from an airport. Taken from everything I knew, everything I was used to. Taken to sand and heat, dirt and danger. And he expected me to love him. This is my story. A letter from nowhere.
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You're right, he's a killer, you said. A rooster with some serious issues.
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Where are you going? I asked. The middle of nowhere. I thought this was it. Nah. You shook your head. This is just the edge.
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The land wants you here. I want you here, you called. Don't you care about that at all?
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When the darkness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.
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I want you to see that the person I glimpsed running beside the camel, running to save my life, is the person you can choose to be.
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Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it.
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I didn’t want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I’d found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didn’t look beautiful this time. Just evil.
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In a moment, when I'm ready, I will turn off this computer and that will be it. This letter will be finished. A part of me doesn't want to stop writing to you, but I need to. For both of us.
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You nodded towards the cup. Want more? I shook my head. What about the car? Didn't find it. You were heading back towards me when I found you. Towards . . . ? You nodded. So I reckoned the car had probably got stuck or died somehow, and you were just coming home. Home? Yeah. Your mouth twitched. Back to me.
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I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.
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I love you, you said, simple as anything.
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There were tiny stars behind my eyelids, a whole galaxy of tiny, spinning stars.
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It sounded weird to hear you talk so much normally you only said a few words at a time. I'd never imagined that you'd have a story, too. Until that moment, you were just the kidnapper. You didn't have reasons for anything. You were stupid and evil and mentally ill. That was all. When you started talking, you started changing.
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You won't be able to hurt me, or touch me.
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I chased money, pretended to be someone else to get it. It got easier the longer I did it... but that's the trap, see? When the deadness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.
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You looked at me, your eyes huge. You we're like a dog then, waiting for me to throw you a bone . . . waiting for something I could never give you.
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Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.
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I remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.
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The deep blue of your eyes had secrets. I wanted them.
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