A Letter: Everything Dies

X-posted over to my LJ

Author's Note: It is a letter from Eric's mother, Victoria. Eric is the main character of my story, Gramercy, which is getting a complete makeover from a vampire story to something quite different.

This was written while listening to NIN's "The Persistence of Loss" and "Leaving Hope" from Still.

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Dear Eric,

When you receive this letter I will already be dead. Everything dies, so don’t be too sad. I will probably have killed myself because this world is too much and I am so tired, honey. You’re with your aunt so you’ll be safe in the country. You’ll be fine. You’ll grow up to be something great. You won’t end up like your father and me. You won’t end up in an asylum. Baby, I am so sorry I didn’t give you the life you deserved. I could have and I should have tried harder. I failed you then but not now I won’t.

This is my last moment of clarity, Eric. I decided to not take the pills this morning. They make me groggy and forgetful. They cloud my mind. I don’t like taking them, so I didn’t this morning. It’s amazing how clear everything is as I write this. I think the pills make me complacent. I hate that feeling. Anyhow, I’m digressing. Listen to me and listen to me carefully. Whatever they do to you after I’m gone don’t let them take you from your aunt. Don’t let them take you from your last connection to me. I will always be with you through her. I will always be with you.

I love. I love you so much. As much as I loved your father, Eric. You are my heart and my light. I’m sorry I’m doing this to you, but I can’t bear to be here and let them run tests on me. I can’t let them drug me anymore. I’m tired of being a guinea pig. Don’t let them make you one, Eric. Stay strong. Stay clear-headed. Stay above the water they try to drown you in.

I am so sorry.

Love Always & Forever,

Victoria

Writing Exercise: 5 Minutes

12:59AM

The cold sterile blue of the room felt as if it was seeping into her skin. Snow closed her eyes quickly against the harsh glare of the flourescent lights. She could see a glass across from her and knew that on the other side someone was watching her, observing her like an animal at the zoo.

She struggled to get up, slipping a bit on the freezing concrete floor. With a sweeping glance she took in her surroundings. They had stuck her in a room that only contained a tiny cot in one corner and a chair in another, along with a portrait of the High Minister when he was young. She knew where she was now. She had heard of this place.

"Welcome to Zone 47, Snow. Or should I call you by your real name, Victorie?" said a smooth male voice.

Snow looked around for the source. She spotted in far right corner of the room a black intercom speaker. "Who the hell are you? Why am I here? Why am I in Zone 47?"

The man chuckled lightly. "My dear, you are a threat to society. You are what we call an 'undesirable'. You use terror to cause strife and chaos. You use cowardly methods to incite situations that you have no business getting involved in to begin with."

Snow shook her head. "Cowardly methods? Our methods are not cowardly. They are the only means that you people understand," she retorted. She turned to the glass and walked over to it. She could feel a multitude of eyes upon her. They were on the other side watching her, mocking her.

12:04AM
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This story will be inspired by current events, past events, V for Vendetta (the graphic novel), 1984, A Clockwork Orange, and Year Zero. For some reason I feel more than ever there needs to be more stories like this in the world. I could be wrong, but then again I could be right. Only time will tell.

Weight of Heaven: Empire, a story

So I'm sure that you remember me squawking a while back about doing story set in a dystopian future in which America is a superpower again (using means of silent Imperialism and lots of money) and ruled by the super-conservatives that so desperately want to rule this country right now? Well, I have a title. It's actually the name of the journal. It just sounded nice and suited the story in a way. We'll see if I stick to it.

I'll probably still post my writing over at LJ but not as much. I like LJ but I want to try blogger out also. Only thing is I can't "friend" anyone. :(

Anyway, I've been thinking about the characters of WoH:Empire and wondering who they are, what they do, who they love, who they hate. You know, typical character development stuff. I realized that Rosso, a young woman who is a graffiti artist, is a little bit me. I normally hate writing myself into a character but it happens (Isabel before the scrapping of Gramercy V.1 was a prime example...she *was* me).

The prospect of doing a story that isn't tied to the Sims 2 is pretty nice. I've been living in the Sims world for so long that I just needed a change from it. What better way than to open a journal on another blog site and post snippets and bits of my writing. :D

Damn, do I sound full of myself. Enough back-patting. I'm not tired and I'm feeling a bit creative so I think I'll fire up Word and let my fingers do the talking.

The Weight of Heaven Coming Down

Is a blog that will be hosting most of my writing tidbits. I'm tired of having my writing on my LJ and besides lately I realized that half of the people I seem to love have bloggers. Way to be a sheep, right?