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    Past Inside Present – Chapter 6

    Story written on January 4, 2009 by De_leish_ous.
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    Alice’s injuries are beginning to be revealed, more flashbacks of danish and Bette, Tina, Shane and a familiar someone else come to Alice’s bedside.

     

     

    I knew this wasn’t directly Lara’s fault but I couldn’t help but blame her for every shitty thing that was happening to me, even the ones she had nothing to do with like my car getting a flat or spilling coffee down my shirt. I kept thinking if Dana had been here this wouldn’t have happened. Pathetic reasoning I know, but in some way it helped me feel better by redirecting the hurt I was absorbed with, at her.  I eventually decided I couldn’t take being in the café that was once a second home to me and started to go to another place four blocks away. True it was slightly petty, but if it took my mind off of Dana for ten minutes a day then it was worth it.

     

     

     

    I definitely heard Bette and Tina’s voices at my side asking warped questions that I only could make out parts of. Something about a subarachnoid brain haemorrhage? I was majorly confused, yes my head, back and chest hurt but I thought that aside this I was ok? I was talking fine in my head when I was ‘awake’, I just couldn’t vocalise anything yet. There had to have been some kind of mistake. I needed answers but just as I was about ready to scream the voices became quieter and faded away again leaving me to my unsettling memories.

     

     

     

    I had gone to a bar in search of a common solution to many problems people face: alcohol. I was currently on my ninth or tenth drink and was what I would describe as shitfaced. I was leaning so heavily on the bar and hoping to any god that my feet would just stay on the bar stool so I could finish this one last drink. Ha! I’d been saying one last drink for the past hour now and showed no sign of stopping until I was told to drink up as it was closing time. Somehow I’d failed to notice that all other customers had long gone and aside a man in his late fifties sitting with his head on the table at a booth, I was the only one left in the bar. I chuckled to myself. Even strangers didn’t want to be around me. I think the barman must have helped me walk outside and also called me a cab which I should probably go back and thank him for someday, either way instead of giving the driver my address I gave a familiar someone else’s, Bette’s. I managed, only just, to pay the driver, tipping him generously in my drunken stupor and walked up to the porch almost whooping when I seen there were still lights on. Without a second thought I walked right in without knocking and saw no sign of Bette, Tina or the baby. I roamed around the house for a few minutes like a pathetic lost puppy until I could make out shapes on the terrace near the pool. Clumsily I slid open the patio door and gave myself an unneeded formal introduction.

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    1. Outstanding, De_leish_ous. Amazingly written. I feel so much for Alice, but, you also make me feel for what Dana went through in this story. I can only imagine Alice laying there having to revisit those difficult memories and not being able to understand what was going on in her real life. I am so glad her friends are there and hope that Bette made Shane understand and alleviate some of her guilt. So is this the worst? Maybe? ;-D BTW: I think the pace you are going is just fine. This is an incredible story and you should tell it the way you want to tell it. I can’t wait to see what happens with Dana seeing Alice again. Thanks so much!!

    2. perfectly written story. i hope alice will be okay. Maybe if ever Alice survive this accident, which I do hope she will, maybe it’s better if she let go of Dana. Maybe then Dana will realize what she have been missing all along..please post soon. I just can’t get enough of this story. Thank you so much.

    3. So emotional. Makes me reflect what happened in season three. But this is so much better, as there’s still hopes for both of them, although they have to go through painful stage first. I think it does not matter how hard things would be as long as they are together in the end. Great update, thanks and please post soon.

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