Plan [egnellahC sdrawkcaB]

by Ana Cristina

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I don’t remember much. Those drugs they fed me had a way of messing with my memory. I remember my father on the floor, covered in blood. The surprised look on his face, the flash of tears in his eyes.

I never saw him again. I got one last visit from my mother, though. She was furious, wanted to know if I would tell the nurse what had happened. She threatened me with her words. But what she didn’t know was that her words no longer had any effect on me. I let them fall to the floor around me, harmless as air.

That was the day I began to plan. For my plan to work, they had to release me. I knew it wouldn’t be easy to convince the doctors I wasn’t the “sick little girl” they thought. Ironically, I would have to become a pathological liar. I had to say what they wanted to hear.

8 years after my imprisonment, they set me free. They helped me find a job as a receptionist and get an apartment.

When I got my first paycheck, the first thing I bought was a gun. Then I went back to the place where it all started.

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  1. Plan [egnellahC sdrawkcaB]

    thebetweenspace's Buddy Icon thebetweenspace

    Posted 3 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    I love that she had to become a pathological liar to accomplish her plan. That makes the detail lying becoming so easy in the previous ficlet make that much more sense. And buying the gun first off really tells you how serious she is about getting revenge.

  2. Plan [egnellahC sdrawkcaB]

    John Perkins' Buddy Icon John Perkins

    Posted 3 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Deeply twisted. I loved the image of her letting the words fall to the floor. Very well done. And you’ve kept us yearning for an answer to what set her off originally. Simply a superb effort so far.

  3. Plan [egnellahC sdrawkcaB]

    Flute Loop<33's Buddy Icon Flute Loop<33

    Posted 2 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    wow.

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