... menu of the day: "Falling in love (is so hard on your knees)" Aerosmith
Arieccoci! Puntatone usually double, in that it is a new single chapter is divided in half (ah, the harsh laws of LJ). Happy reading ^ ^
The pain was so intense and unbearable physical appearance at times. Grace found herself there on the floor of the bedroom, in front of the torn photo of Patrick alive and smiling and places in which they were happy together. What he had set up at the bottom of his room, thinking rationally with a modicum of shame, altar was a subtly disturbing. Since the death of him was gone more than a year and a half - nineteen months, two weeks and six days, specifically, reminded the young widow, with mania impressive - but the grief of mind showed no signs of wanting to soften. ;
Grace alternate states of painful resignation to peak vibrant fury, topped by perennial headache that kept her in a state of constant exhaustion prevented from returning to what it used to be. Noticed that the world around her was subtly different from how he used dipingerselo before that awful night - curious documents in the bottom of a double-locked drawer, a receipt found strange in the left pocket of his trousers to Pat, a bunch of keys that you know what would open - but, perhaps unconsciously to protect themselves from even greater pain, she prevented herself to go to the bottom of the matter. He had heard voices galore, but the only nervous. Patrick refused the allusions against a priori.
Grace had chosen blame the rest of the world while not having to give up the idea of pure gold and his love of sixteen, who had married after growing be his next. He tried to remove the change from the memories of him, gradually and imperceptibly, started only a few months after the promotion.
He pretended that they had never existed in the evenings where Pat, drunk, pushed her to the bedroom with the manners of a jailbird, to hurt her. He was convinced that the severe cold he always ostentatious to Sammy, the first and only son tender, it was all attributable to that unfortunate work, which will choke the heart.
preferred an angry, stupid recklessness. He preferred to blame anyone else of what, by the people unable to code of silence. He preferred to disregard the strange subject, Rain, at all - had become the enemy, the symbol of what, however, directly or indirectly, Patrick had brought for processing and then to death. This was what preferred, destroyed. What would be rationally preferable, however, Grace did not want to even ask himself.
often liked to stop and reflect on the porch sitting on the stairs like a girl, Grace. It reflected, he tried not to cry, evaluating what to do. He had his ghosts, really. He could not keep Sammy in check, for example, this would notice it, but struggling every day to build that new home in the climate of tension, lecture and ugly faces. Was disappeared again, Sam: and say that his father's death onwards, began to Rigar straight as if he realized the situation. What was different now? What was it that held her baby away from home for hours, some days in this part? Ask grandparents, blindly protective against the nephew, it would be of no avail, and then was told that they knew something.
So, on that muggy afternoon, the worried mother had decided to wait for Samuel sitting there, on the porch, prepared for the showdown with the little insubordinate. But it was not really ready to see what he saw.
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Here, finally Crimson Farm was returning to the original and Live crimson. Sure, there was to convince Karl took long, but ... James was very happy with the result.
back and forth between Phoenix, the motel of Tsegi and Crimson Farm had continued for the rest of the week, with much expenditure of fuel and energy. The McKenzie brothers had their work cut for groped to find as quickly as possible you need to stand in the middle of nowhere for a month: James did not live long separated from his work table with teams, line and pencil, and then furnished on the farm seemed the only kitchen in dark wood, the living room a bit 'heavy with the fireplace and the wallpaper peeling off, and upstairs, a ghostly double.
forcing a locked door, however, had shown a kind of big storage room with walls of bare brick and clutter in bulk: a lathe shabby, an easel, canvases and paints, a bunk bed in metal dust from the sheets - the hypothetical nursery that Uncle Max and Aunt Nilde they never could have been converted into a shelter for lack of hobbies.
"Mmm, creepy. In here who lived there, the uncle's secret daughter? A girl who will come to haunt us tonight malignant, such as Samara Morgan? "Said the blond lit another cigarette. "I do not sleep up there. The teddy bear her to be dead, and tonight will be to take it back ...". They giggled like kids, pale reflection of adolescents who had been rehearsed and that would not return anytime soon. James interrupted him: "Seriously, you fool, you've really forgotten? We were here for Thanksgiving by small, with cousins in Ohio. We kids were sleeping in here, can not you remember how we had fun? ".
Karl, veiled look like every single time you awakened in him to be happy family memories trivial, that instant he roused himself and dismissed removal of unsightly, with a sneer of derision: "Oh yeah, I remember now. Those were your dancing shoes, I think. " They laughed less this time. Pretending a bit 'more.
But, surrounded by the wild charm of a stable of horses of all respect and fun reminder of the Hague creatures - chickens, pigs, a cow and a couple of depressed affectionate golden retriever - James had earlier ended up falling in love with the estate, returned. He had been a kid inside, and let nature do not discourage easily. Climb into the atmosphere with an old overalls, smile and look a farmer, had admitted to himself that this would be a great way to spend June and why not, maybe the rest of the summer. Goodbye stress. As for Karl ... Well, here, that was a completely different music.
decidedly reluctant to leave the squalid motel on the first (by virtue of the simple fact that at least Canyon Lodge could benefit from the TV in room while in the phone vintage farm was the best of technology), the tan swimming instructor had soon persuaded to settle with his brother on the farm. His finances had the curious gift of disappearing in a short time, and the motel, as economic: cost to be avoided. But he saw it touch the bottom, one afternoon in an attempt to take a lonely sound drunk as the last of the hopeless. He stared at the fire off as he noted, absent a football game.
The blond had in fact ended up staying blinded by one thing, the damn situation: the reflection of the amber liquid in bottles of spirits lined up on the dusty shelves of Crimson Farm. Within a few days he had assumed the air of a wild beast sedated and sent to the zoo: beard and staring, stunned by the atmosphere, indolent, the hours dragged into apathy ghost lying on a sofa that was proudly displayed at the entrance. He missed his life in Phoenix, he lacked the air of the house, but most lacked the loud party where usually dug the melancholy that gnawed at his mind for months now.
was then that Karl had put his nose out of the house. Recovered from the combined jacket and favorite perfume, trying to give a final confrontation with the harsh tone mirror in the corridor from which the phone decrepit seemed secure with disapproval. There was a committee to attend to urgent, no excuses if he had not brought quickly to a new gas tank farm, James would have choked.
arrived in the country and ran the store with your car keys close at hand, ready to rise in car within a few minutes. Searched for human contact: zero. Result: crash.
La realtà gli cadde letteralmente addosso nell’arco di pochi istanti in cui era racchiusa una vita intera. Un turbine colorato gli tagliò la strada all’improvviso, Karl non vide altro: ma fu abbastanza per convincerlo a restare per molte notti a venire.
***
From the mirror, with a funny frown alluring and confident that only raging hormonal teenager may have, a few days in this part of the family smiled at a pretty face, a tuft and a brand new wardrobe duly chopped and shortened: Vivica had made the leap. And her blouse torn to shreds.
The colorful mane that gave the charge recently, abandoned in the past that his miss perbenino wanted to force her to be, had generated considerable confusion in the family. Had not allowed to sit at table with them, tanned like that.
Even Bonbon seemed to look wrong. War. Long faces and slammed doors, however, had not scratched the sixteen resolute: waiting for a final injection of courage first to best address the topic 'look' and rejuvenate your own, buy something new down in the village. Although doubts that even a pale reflection of fashion was never reached in the sand and rocks Tsegi, in fact, the target number of Vivica two-color head-to-drain was stealthily towards shopping and entertainment. While the lethal taxi had brought him there, in fact, the desperate Vivi had noticed in passing a couple of signs along the dusty streets of the village. If then the squalor of the place had to end up contagious, he thought, with a little 'luck could reach the service station on the highway where she was sure that a minimum of essential items not could be missed: magazines, lip gloss, clip, colored streams of pop-drinks, a one-way ticket to Mexico, a seductive hitchhiker ready to kidnap her ... Fantasized, in fact, laughing at himself.
Sneakin down the stairs in the middle of the night was pretty simple, actually. Out the door on the back window and then slide down the slope it was a bit short 'less, but the years of gymnastics had given her pleasant fruits, as well Vivi could limit the damage.
forking the exposure of an approximate color Barbie scooter heart pounding and mind your fingers crossed, hoping not to hear the booming deep voice of Malcolm LaMar notice to his daughter to get off the half with hands in plain sight, Vivica felt a shiver of excitement down my spine. In its intention, in fact, the mini-flight should be limited to a couple of hours in total, but if they had woken her would be punished like never before. "Danger is my trade ", he thought, giving himself the coward uptight and boring as the main course and take the dare to speed up a bit '.
Looking rapid sequence the semi-neon lightning signaled a trading gradually shabby, boarded a bowling alley, a cafe by 'equivocal air or a diner in a very bad taste, all with air abandoned for centuries, the happy thought well of unconscious ... keep going, instead of going home defeat with his tail between his legs. The roadside restaurants on Route 160 the seemed more than ever a mirage, a place of civilized jingle of the environment and packaged products. Only, to rely on their memories dating back to a rough day of tears earlier this week, is likely to miss their release. And forgiveness, even in a place like Tsegi hole. Which, at two in the night, irresponsible little head colored too young and too beautiful not to arouse attention unpleasant, is not exactly the best.
When the moped ran out the blatantly petrol in the middle of abandoning anything after the sixth round to empty the small rash around the same four houses, the panic was to live a mind-numbing sensation. "As I've come up with bullshit like that?" He thought frantically, torn between waiting for the hypothetical light of any passing cars fugassero shadows or wander along the road in search of help, just like the best horror movies.
goes without saying that the phone battery died in the hands of the third attempt to turn the small Nokia with the screen dark. Nightmare? Understatement. Remembering that he saw a ghostly-looking motel along the way, then, could live to terrorize even more remembering the past week at the cinema with friends to watch Vacancy jumping on the couch for fear ...
In a few moments decided that anything would be better than staying there to stop waiting for the hotel would be crazy to kill, so determined to abandon scooter armed with mobile fifa deceased and blue. In the distance, the dark silhouette of an imposing building is silhouetted against the sky, but the windows do not filter certain light. Just when you thought it was a haunted house, a classic, not far to the stable of horses neighing in unison decided - yes, it was really Crimson Farm - scared to death.
ran blindly in the opposite direction, trying desperately to cross the street.
stumbled on a large garbage can, doing a crash of epic proportions and arousing a fierce, far meow. While on the ground, saw a couple of lights illuminate in the dark and huddled against the barrel, without getting up, in blackest agony.
"Sonomortasonomortasonomorta" groped in thought furiously to rise, giving himself a thousand times dell'idiota the crazy idea of running away at night in search of an antidote to boredom or so. Crouched against the bin accident, terrified.
"Hey, everything ok? Give me a hand, help thee to get up, "said a male voice in the dark timbre young and slightly unusual accent. Then, directed elsewhere, "Aster, it's just a girl, I think I! Nyx is well, well back to sleep. "
Vivica Only then had the courage to raise his head and looked towards his savior. It was at once exceedingly glad I did.
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