003 ☠ dictated

[dgaf]

[ Here at last, the elusive Effy no longer hiding behind loopy writing or Morse code, if only because her arm hurts too much to do either. Today she dictates to the journal, raspy as if after much crying and sounding just as tired. She might as well be reading the dictionary: ]

Monster. From the Old French monstre. A bad portent.

A large, ugly, frightening imaginary creature. Or to criticize and reprimand harshly. To monster. [ She chuckles a little, dryly. ]

We have many monsters here. They're everywhere. Outside your window. Under your bed. In your bed. [ Another giggle. ] If we imagine something, does it become real? When we forget, does it disappear? But when it's quiet and you close your eyes and concentrate, you'll remember. And it comes back to you.

You can't imagine broken bones. Can you?

Comments

[dgaf]

Yeah? How about following my direction: go fuck yourself.

[dog_eat_dog]

Grow up, Effy.

[dgaf]

[ She scoffs. ]

Don't you feel proud? You won that fight.

[dog_eat_dog]

Not much sense in taking pride in doing something that took so little effort.

[dgaf]

I didn't think you noticed.

[dog_eat_dog]

[A scoff.]

Tch.

[dgaf]

Soup would be nice. I like peas.

[dog_eat_dog]

So wish some up.

[dgaf]

Why not? If revenge is best served cold, how about apologies?

[dog_eat_dog]

For what?

[dgaf]

I don't know. For being an asshole?

[dog_eat_dog]

I wasn't the one blasting music.

[dgaf]

Oh, live a little.

[dog_eat_dog]

I've lived enough.

[dgaf]

I wasn't talking about time.

[dog_eat_dog]

Then learn to express yourself properly.

[dgaf]

Right back at you, yeah.