Sent: Thursday, July 06, 2000

Title: Breaking
Author: Susan Frankovich
E-mail: susanf@ticnet.com
Classification: VA, Sequel to *Stolen*
Keyword: Mulder angst
Spoilers: Requiem
Rating: PG
Archive: Anywhere, just ask first please.
Disclaimer: This character doesn't belong to me,
but I wish he did so I could bring him back home
to Scully.

Author's Notes: This is the seventh vignette in the
*Color Games* series. Each story builds on the
previous one so you really should read those first
before reading this one.

Other stories in this series are:
All I Have Left
Drowning in Blue
Nightmare
The White Room
Yellow Ribbons
Stolen

and they can all be found at Ephemeral or my site:
http://members.tripod.com/sfrankovich/index.html

Summary: I'm breaking and there's nothing I can
do to stop it.
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Breaking
by Susan Frankovich
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I'm breaking.

Like a wave as it crashes into the shoreline and
dissolves into cold liquid droplets, I'm breaking
into tiny pieces of bones and flesh.

I have refused to eat the last several meals They've
offered me and I can now feel my ribs poking through
my shirt. I'm losing the strength in my arms and my
pants fall off my legs if I try to stand up.

I'm breaking.

Like a mirror as it shatters into shards of jagged
reflections, I'm breaking into sharp silver edges...
cold hard edges...

I thought if I refused my food, I wouldn't pass out
and They wouldn't be able to do any tests on me. I
thought that if I was always alert, I would be able
to somehow regain control of my thoughts.

But I was wrong.

I still can't imagine anything.

I still can't sleep.

I still can't hear Samantha.

I still can't see the woman with the blue eyes.

I'm losing myself.

And They're winning.

I'm breaking.

Like a crystal goblet as it drops to a hardwood
floor, I'm breaking into a million pieces of glass...
hard bitter glass....

I'm breaking.

And there's nothing I can do to stop it.

~end~

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