I’d been in a cell like this before. I’d been raging, hungry and rabid like a wild animal. Angela, my mother, said she’d help me learn to control the hunger that drives me.
She gave me Bridget, and a new power that I’m not sure I like, but in a way it feeds my need to understand. I can learn the history of any object by touching it. Every inch of this cell tells me its own story, echoes of other prisoners. I won’t die in this place. I will learn. I will be who Angela needs me to be.
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#13 Temperance
Date: 2010-06-08 03:31 am (UTC)From:She gave me Bridget, and a new power that I’m not sure I like, but in a way it feeds my need to understand. I can learn the history of any object by touching it. Every inch of this cell tells me its own story, echoes of other prisoners. I won’t die in this place. I will learn. I will be who Angela needs me to be.