“And they said…
You are a socialist cokehead, we know from your clothes
You are a Satanist worshipper, oh, that’s evil
You think you’re poet, a folksinger, a poser – oh oh.”
- The Dresden Dolls
Sometimes you have a choice; sometimes things just happen. But that didn’t stop the feeling in her throat that she should have chosen the other door. Outside, the wind howled and trees rattled like a thousand snakes. She felt her rib cage draw tighter.
It was no one’s fault. There was nothing which could have been done to stop the story from unfolding once it has begun. And really, why should she have wanted to it to stop?
The powder on her face itched, but her hands hung limp by her sides. At the end of the hall way something moved.