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Fable’s costume.

welcome aboard, fable evermore, student #43. we are excited to set sail with you ! has anyone told you that you look like lily collins? according to our records, you hail from brooklyn, new york, she/her, are female, and are here to study literature. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your academic scholarship — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + down to earth, + sweet, but also - sensitive. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the library. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed a first edition of little women from home. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!

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“Sometimes we all have stories to tell. Some are more brutal than others. For a long time I haven’t been able to share mine. For the longest time I have kept it buried from deep within.” Fable spoke as she looked into the camcorder revealing the black eye she adorned. Taking a deep breath she clutched the hem of the long black and red tee shirt that seemed to almost covered her whole body. “I Evangeline Grace Weston am a victim of abuse.” She whispered the words of the name that died with her past, testing them on the tip of her tongue as her eyes watered.

Blinking the tears away she looked away again. “It started with my dad. The guy that I thought was supposed to protect me from all things harming.” She managed to get out as she cleared her throat. “He was a drunk, according to my earliest memories of him.” She breathed out clenching the hem of her shirt till her knuckles were white. “Stumbling in at late hours of the night with the drunken slurs of my name. I was only ten when he allowed his friends to come and do all these sick things to me.” She spoke as she shook her head to try to keep the tears at bay. “Do you know what it’s like to be ten, too young to understand why grown men were touching you in ways your future husband was supposed too?” She asked the camcorder as her voice breaks. “To have these cigarette burns etched into your beautiful skin as a permanent reminder that you defied what your seemingly perfect father wanted?” She continued to question.

“My mom left my dad for the same reason, but she left me behind to take on her fate. I now understand why. She wasn’t strong, she never came back to collect me. I would pray, beg god for her to come back and rescue me, but those prayers were ignored. I wasn’t meant to be rescued, so that meant learning how to save myself.” She whispered as she looked down. “I snapped. Took a knife and plunged it deep within one of the ones that had helped make me. Blood was everywhere. All over my white cotton dress, my hands, just anything that was around the place that my father met his fatal fate.” She said as her body shook as she looked down at her hands. “I was in and out of foster homes until I turned eighteen. No matter where I went I was known as the child that snapped and killed her father. I guess then I learned that my past would have been carried around with me.” She stated into the camera as she wiped her sweaty palms on her shirt before taking a sip from her bottle of water.

“I’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight, and did the twin flame bruise paint you blue? Just between us, did the love affair maim you, too, cause in this city’s barren cold, I still remember the first fall of snow, and how it glistened as it fell. I remember it all too well.” Fable sung lightly after the camcorder came back into focus after she put another set of batteries into it. “Chapter two.” She spoke. “This one goes out to that piece of shit I dated, George baby, I hope one day you see this. I hope one day you change your ways and treat someone what they ought to be treated like.” She spoke up. “You knew what I went through. I opened my heart up to you.” She whispered out as she rolled her eyes, taking out a cigarette lighting it up. Pointing it at the camera she then took a long drag and sighed. It was evident that she was wary. Using her free hand to run over her black eye, she shook her head. “I thought what I had went through with my father and his friends was over, but no, the sweet guy I fell for changed and became the man I had hated the most.” She said as she looked into the camera. “I hope you never find me. I hope your next victim is able to get away, I couldn’t, I still love you.” She stated after another drag from the lit cig. “I wish I didn’t, I wish I could let go, but everyone knows what they say about damaged souls.” She whimpered as a sob left her lips. No matter what she tried to do to escape her past, she knew there was no escape, that was until she got the job she had now.

“I just wanted to go on and state for the record that no one can hurt me anymore. Not my dad and not you George. I do enough of that to myself.” Fable stated as she finished the cigarette and put it out on her wrist along with the other fresh and healed burns that she self inflicted. “You think I truly hate you or him, you’re sadly mistaken. I hate myself.” She whispered as she raked a hand through her hair. Drawling to a close of her self entries on tape she sung softly. “Just between us, did the love affair maim you all too well? Just between us, do you remember it all too well? Just between us, I remember it all too well. Wind in my hair, I was there, I was there. Down the stairs, I was there, I was there. Sacred prayer, I was there, I was there. It was rare, you remembered it all too well.” Her broken voice feeling the room until she cut off the tape and became silent.

Fable had sat and watched the tape for the first time since she made it and she felt the tears in her eyes as she looked over at Socrates. “Now you know why you shouldn’t chase me.” She whispered as she looked down wiping her eyes. “I am not what everyone thinks I am. I recommend that you give up now.” She said as turned the tv off and went to open the door open for him giving him every chance to leave.

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