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Anything else? "The Ungrateful Hortence Fitzgerald." Was she the lady who fell out of a window? Ugly woman who fled her wedding. Backed through a window and fell to her death. If you say "ugly Hortence" three times, you will see her ungrateful reflection.

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he knew what marielle was hiding because he had been hiding the same thing. this place takes the trauma it put you through and isolates you with it. only, marielle had the option to dump that pain onto someone else and be held through it. randall had to sit and stew in the pain until it turned into anger. the pain within marielle was beginning to capsize hers and kristis relationship. kristi sounded so lost when she came to him, and despite his hardened exterior he didn’t like to think of himself as a bad person. he watched her, expressionless. but his eyes did flicker to the chair when she asked to come in. they all needed to rant and relieve themselves of the stress that came with secrets and hidden pain, who was randall to deny kristi this? he saw it as an opportunity to make a new bond. they were all living under the same shit and dealing with this mess the town made of them. ❛ i don’t know exactly what she’s going through now but, ❜ he sat up, feet on the ground, his hands interlocking fingers hanging between his knees. ❛ i know what i saw in there… now i don’t know if she saw the same thing. ❜ he blew a breath. ❛ it’s some dark shit. and… i think she’s still seeing it. what has she told you about that place? y’know the place we were chained up? ❜

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he tried to settle it: the anger building in him. for years he had tried to keep everyone safe. sacrificing himself instead. his mental state, his body, his time. his family. boyd did not know how to put himself first, how to think selfishly — in a way, he admired that about jade. he put himself first, but, somehow, it didn’t seem to stop him from thinking of others. boyd wondered sometimes who the true hero of this story was sometimes; he stared at him. keeping the anger tightly locked in a jar. ❛ look — i get it. you’re right. ❜ he began, trying to keep his cool. ❛ but telling them all wouldn’t help. jade, do you… you can’t honestly think that anyone is going to want to go down there — i wouldn’t let them risk their lives over something that may or may not work. ❜ he put his hands on his hips. his tone did not portray the calmness he was desperately trying to achieve. ❛ if you got a plan. a real plan. then… i’ll go. ❜ he didn’t know how much time he had left, but he owed it to everyone. to ellis, he would make sure his son got out. ❛ but if we do this you gotta promise me that everyone else... everyone else gets out. ❜

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anger, grief, guilt. these emotions were never linear. ellis knew that, he knew that sometimes he’d thought and wished worse things and that wishing and acting on those dark desires were entirely different. he’d spend so long hating his father, wanting for him to die. or disappear into the woods never to be seen again. after what happened to his mom ellis burrowed within himself — he hid from the light and drowned himself in darkness. the alcohol helped the grief, but the abuse of it ruined his his mental state even more. he couldn’t understand what fatima was going through, but he did know that this place tore people apart mentally and physically. he knew he’d never blame her for anything. he couldn’t. ❛ no… no… you’re not terrible, fatima… ❜ hands outstretched, taking hers into his own. ❛ right now, it’s all messed up. this whole thing is messed up. this place has violated you more than it has anyone else. and if you wanna be angry and wish it on someone else, you’re more than allowed to. it doesn’t make you any less good to wish you hadn’t gone through this. ❜ he hated that the light in her eyes seemed to dim. like she had been stripped of everything good. he wished he could speak of hope, and life outside of this place, but the truth was this: even when they left, fatima was still made to give birth to a monster. her body had been violated entirely. ellis wished he could undo it. he couldn’t and because of that he found himself becoming a mix of worry, sadness, rage and anxiety. she is everything to him. he felt hate so deeply engraved in his chest: etched in elgins name.

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