Sent: Tuesday, March 06, 2001 6:30 PM

Title: Ritual
Author: Susan Frankovich
E-mail: susanf@ticnet.com
Classification: VA
Keyword: Mulder angst
Spoilers: season eight
Archive: Anywhere, just ask first please.
Disclaimer: This character doesn't belong
to me. I wish he did.

Summary: This is my life now.
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Ritual
by Susan Frankovich
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Wake up in the morning, and wonder how long
it will be before They take me to the testing
room.

Think of you.

Listen to Them ask me questions I can't answer
and tell me things I can't understand.

Think of you.

Close my eyes and grit my teeth while They pin
me down to the table and rip me open.

Think of you.

Try to scream even though I know no one will
ever hear me.

Think of you.

Pass out from the excruciating pain They
put me through, then awaken at night in a
different room.

Think of you.

Drag myself over to the one small window in
the room and lift my head up high enough so
that I can see outside.

Think of you.

Look out at all the stars, and try to find
the brightest one.

Think of you.

And know that somewhere out there, you're
looking at that same star.

And thinking of me.

~end~

~All my poems and stories can be found at:
http://members.tripod.com/sfrankovich/index.html