May+5th+Workshop

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Elcy McIntyre

Like an endless pit no bottom, keeps on like picking cotton, this feeling has consumed us all, are you gonna be ready for this fall, understand this feeling is like no other, wind is blowin and we start to shutter, its gonna hit like never before, confusion blinds us all, watch out here comes the wall, make sure to protect yourself, lets all find some cover and protect eachother

Meg Bradley
 * Cassandra (Part 3)**

She felt for the little scar she still had on the back of her shoulder, and saw him glaring at her in the rearview mirror.

“I said drive.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she drove.

“Did you miss me, Cassie?” “Cassandra. Not Cassie. Cassandra.” It comes out as a hoarse whisper, her airways constricted with fear. “My name. Is. Cassandra.” “Cassandra, then.” It’s almost a hiss. “Did you miss me? Come on…you missed me! Say it.” “I…I missed you.” And she was surprised, the moment the words left her lips, that they were true. She had missed him. Just not in the way that he thought.

He seemed momentarily appeased by this answer. “Hang a right now, ’kay?”

She quickly veered the car to the right, then sucked in her breath. Despite the dark, the landscape was eerily familiar, down to the Y-shaped tree on the side of the road. “Where the //hell// are you taking me?”

The laugh that escaped him sent chills down her spine. “You recognize it, don’t you, Cassie? You remember this place?”

Yes. No. Of course she remembered! Did he really think she had ever forgotten? The only thing she could think of was to blindly repeat, “Cassandra. I’m called Cassandra.”

“Get the hell out of the car. Cassandra.”

She looked up and she saw it. The old lighthouse was painted a dull blue that almost matched the crashing waves, and though the light in it had not been lit in many, many years, it still retained a sense of mystery.

“C’mon. Let’s go.”

She tried to focus on simply putting one foot in front of the other. The rocks were jagged, but when she stumbled, he grabbed her hand. His fingers were warm and dry around hers, and she found herself holding on tight, clinging to that small sense of security.

She stumbled again, this time on purpose, and felt his arm come around her, steadying her, holding her up. Willingly she put her weight against him, allowing herself once again to be pulled through life.

When they arrived at the lighthouse door, he released his grip on her waist to jimmy the lock and swing the heavy door open. Roughly, he shoved her inside.

//The sirens were what she remembered most from that day. After he had left, and she was alone, lying on the ground, right outside that door. They wailed long and loud when all she wanted was to block out everything. She remembered her best friend running up to her, her own dress tattered and streaked with dirt. “Cass, what happened?” But she had shaken her head. No one else could ever know.//

“You ought to be begging for your life by now.” “You want me to beg you to let me live?” The words escaped her lips so softly that he had to lean in to hear them. She collapses onto the floor, and he sinks down next to her. The sobs that had been caught in her chest exploded out, filling the small space. “You don’t understand,” she choked out. “Please kill me. Please do it! Please, just kill me!” Her body trembled. “Please.” “Cassie?” For a moment she saw something almost like concern in his eyes, but it was fleeting, replaced by something harder, colder, and she wondered if she only imagined it.

She was crying so hard that she could barely breathe. Curling up into a ball, she rocked herself gently. She wished he would hold her.

//She is sitting in the grass, laughing with him. He holds her hand. She is happy.//

“Please, just let me die,” she whimpered. She curled her fingers into his, reaching for comfort.

He let her have it.

For a moment they sat, intertwined.