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Rainfall on Unmarked Graves
Topic Started: Jun 3 2013, 10:07 PM (756 Views)
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Felicia Carmichael was taking time off of studying for exams to stare at her monitor in shock. It had been a little more than four years since she last went through hell, last spoke with Kimberly in person, and left with that final bit of closure an entire chapter of her life. For an entire year, she had needed counselling and all sorts of therapy to help her with her nightmares and to make sure no sort of suicidal tendencies developed or persisted. Her parents flipped when they found the gun in her desk; she was so sure she had put it back after her meeting with Kimberly.

Things were looking up since then. She was in her third year of college after her sabbatical. Her parents still wanted a close eye on her so she was living at home rather than on campus, but they were trusting her more and more. She was all set to move on towards law school, attain her dream of becoming a lawyer and... just maybe, putting away one or two of those bastards. Things were almost back to normal, and then this happened. The report that the crash wasn't really...

Felicia snatched up her phone, one of the only things in the room that was powered on at the moment. The only sources of light in the room were from her computer's monitor and from the screen of her phone as she searched for Kimberly's number and dialed.

Kimberly Nguyen. Felicia didn't want to admit it to herself or anybody else, but despite her best efforts to be friends with the girl, she always hit this little roadblock. Whenever she interacted with her, it dug up the final persisting memory of the game, the one thing the shrinks never really could get her to cope with. Talking to Kimberly was both enlightening and somewhat damning, forcing Felicia to relive one element of the game over and over.

Kimberly wasn't picking up. So much for that whole thing anyway.

She breathed out a shaky sigh, and went down to the next number that came to her mind. She needed to talk to somebody, even if they already knew.

She called Ray.
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Ray picked up. Was Felicia happy or sad that he did? She had been praying he would pick up when the first few rings by with no answer, but now that she heard his voice, she was unsure if she wanted to tell him. What she wanted was one thing, what she had to do was another.

"Um... Ray? It's 'Licia," came the voice, somewhat tinned out by Ray's phone.

"Have... you been watching the news lately?" Felicia gave a slight gulp. "Because, um... well, I'm sure you know by now, right? About... you know?"

Damn it, why couldn't she just up and say it?

"I hear crying in the background... a-are you with somebody?"
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