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I tried to stop her from going to help John. He was beyond help. The old hag was licking his blood that had fell over her hands. She slipped the dog's throat with her claws and tossed her to the side. It was John that she wanted to eat. I watched her carry his heart in her hands to her roasting fire. I was alone.
I closed the door and cried. I didn't know what I was going to do. The car really wouldn't start. The razor worm things were eating their way inside. Old Mother Annis had gone back into her cave. Crows were eating John's eyes. Obviously my life would end so stupendously. I had done everything I could to protect myself from living. God needed to be entertained by me some how. If not, I was just a waste of His creative abilities. I forgot that God wasn't here though. So God was really just going to forget me.

I cried and waited in the car to die. There was no use of fighting. By the time the fairies came to take me away, the battery had died and I was tempted to open the window for fresh air. I was just tempted. I would never do it and the oxygen would never run out. Even when the worm things decided they were hungry again, I would not leave. They could eat me. The fairies came before the worms got hungry again. Before the fairy dust took hold of me, I saw silver butterflies emerge from the hood. They were beautiful butterflies. I cut my finger on one as the fairies took me away.
When I opened my eyes, I was here. It reminded me a poem I wrote called Winter. I trapped in a land of ice and snow, only I wasn't looking for a warm place to live. I was trying to find my way back to the surface, back to reality. I was still in my body and everyone around me thought that I was still alive, but I wasn't. I was trapped here and dead. In my place was a changeling. It burned me every time my husband made love to that slitch. It burned me that he couldn't see that it wasn't me. I wanted to break the spell she had on him, but I couldn't. I was trapped here and mad. She would give birth to her demon children that would bring war, famine, and disease to the world. I didn't care about the Smucktarding world. I only cared that my husband didn't know the slitch was me. She only needed to get pregnant once. Then she would kill Jim because it did not matter if he knew the truth or not. In fact, I knew she would kill my husband. She didn't need anyone. After her four children were born, she was going to die anyway. Her role would be over.
I knew that I shouldn't listen to the voice telling me the way out, but I do. The urge gets to be too strong. I can feel the surface just beneath my feet. I tried so many times to escape, to take back my husband from that slitch in failed. I almost flushed her fairy dust when she was sleeping. She was furious but she knew she couldn't kill me. I never made it to the surface again. My attempted to kill myself failed. Without me, she couldn't make it. I couldn't even drown myself in ice. I stayed under there for 3 days before I decided to try and make my way to the surface again.
I knew I would spend the rest of my life chasing the impossible, but I would still chase it. I would keep believe in that voice when it told me that I could be the winner. It was impossible. I was dead. They sacrificed me to the May Queen.

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