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Casualty (May 9th, 2009)Maanantai 08.02.2010 04:09

She opened her eyes – the task had taken hours to perform. Her eyelids felt heavy, partially because of the swelling but also for all the sleeping. It had become a default state for her, being asleep.
But the difficulty of waking up was nothing compared to the difficulties she'd had trying to fall asleep. It had taken days to get rid of all the images that invaded her mind every time she closed her eyes. After a moment of restless snoozing, a nightmare would wake her up. She would be covered in sweat, shaking uncontrollably... And the images had probably never stopped showing up. She couldn't quite remember. Maybe she had just grown so tired that her body no longer responded to the stimuli that normally awakened her.
And then she'd slept. For days, a whole week perhaps.
How could she know? She hardly remembered her name. Actually she hadn't remembered it before checking the patient file that had been left to the table next to her.
Jill Stanton, missionary.
God's work. Was that what she had been doing?
Amara. She had watched as her eyes had turned expressionless. And then she had run for her own life, leaving the woman in the hands of the merciless assassins. There was blood in her hands. Amara had bled. And Funaya, the other woman she'd been holding, too, had bled.
The little boy, Chima, had bled.
There was no God.
She looked at her hands now. There were small wounds and burns all over them. But no blood. Wounds would heal. They already were healing.
She had bled, too. But now she was healing.

“You look fine to me,” the doctor said, smiling solely with his mouth. There was no joy in his eyes, nothing that guaranteed Jill she truly looked fine to him. Her blond hair had lost its natural glow, greasy strands were hanging on her face which was probably covered with yellow patches here and there, as the bruises were slowly fading. And then there were the burns.
Although, by the look of the backs of her hands, they had taken the most damage as she'd attempted to shield her face.
The ringing in her ears after the blow... even now, she had to struggle to hear what the doctor was saying.
“...so I think you're ready to be discharged. At least you shouldn't be tired anymore,” he joked.
How wrong he was. But, against all odds, she eventually got up to her feet, collected the small amount of stuff she had with her into a simple canvas bag and walked out of the hospital.
People in the streets stared. Stared at her scarred face, her blunt expression. Pity, disgust, curiosity... it made no difference for her. They were all hostile.
She turned her gaze down, averted their eyes; tried to hide. And ended up looking ashamed. But she had nothing to be ashamed of, had she?
She had done nothing to prevent death. There had been death all around her, and she had made no effort. Other than running away.
There was a lot to be ashamed of.

She opened the door too hastily. Her feet almost failed her as she drew in the scent that, no matter how mild and faded it was, reminded her of happiness. Food, air-freshener... even the smell of the air conditioning was distinguishable to her now. Even though it didn't really smell, the air in a shat without air conditioning did smell. And the odor of her place was the opposite of that.
She was dreading to place her fingers on the sterile surfaces of the house. She was dirty.
It had started to rain. She hadn't heard it until now as the drumming against the roof had gotten louder. A regular person could've concluded from the sheer sound that there was a storm rising, but Jill noted it only when she walked to the window and saw the heavy raindrops... and that was about the extent of the sight. It was a thick rain.
She undressed and chucked the blunder of clothes into the garbage chute.
She couldn't use the shower. She would've contaminated it. So she shuffled the stairs down, passing locked apartment doors behind which there were probably families playing Trivial Pursuit in front of the fireplace, asking questions like “What was the Iraq War also known as?”
That was surely a fact worth knowing.
As was it that it claimed the lives of nearly a hundred thousand civilians. Civilians who probably pleaded the killers to save their children, civilians who cried for their moms and dads before being brutally slaughtered.
Jill pushed the front door open and stepped out into the rain, letting it soak her and work its way through her messy hair to clean the scalp. She didn't feel the sharp drops crushing against her skin, hitting the ailing spots in her ravaged body.
And she didn't hear the first shout that was addressed to her, the crazy naked woman standing on the pavement; but the second time the shouter was close enough so that the sound actually reached her ears.
“Hey!”
She turned slowly to look at him.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She remained silent, hoping he would just leave her alone. But he came closer, taking his coat off. When he finally reached her, he wrapped the long, black trench coat around her and looked at the apartment building behind them.
“You live here?”
Jill nodded weakly and didn't put up much of a resistance as the man guided her in and up the stairs. That's exactly what she had done in Nigeria: followed the men, the rescue team, out of the war zone and left behind the casualties she could've tried to help.
She pointed out her apartment door which was left open. He shoved her into the bathroom, under the shower. As he put the warm water running, she shivered.
After standing under the steady flow of water for an unknown amount of time, long enough for the shivering to end and her body temperature to return to its normal level, she stepped out and wrapped herself into a huge towel.
The man was sitting on her couch and turned around the instant she came to the living room area. She was dripping water on the wooden floor, and he looked like he was about to mention that. But she spoke first.
“Why are you doing this?”
The man shrugged as if it was obvious.
“If I hadn't done it, someone with less helpful intentions could've gotten to you.” He tried to reach her averting eyes. “It's not safe, you know, running around naked in Chicago.”
“I can handle myself.”
He studied her face and chuckled, which made her angry. There was nothing funny in her current appearance.
“With all due respect, miss, it doesn't look like you can.”
He had some gut to tell her that. As if he knew anything about her.
“Get out,” she said silently but with such determination that it wiped the smirk from his face. He seemed unsure.
“I don't know if I should leave you alone...”
“Get out,” Jill repeated. She had just enough strength left to keep her voice even. He got up and walked, all too slowly, towards the door.
“Get out!” she screamed and this time her voice broke as she was trembling with the attempt of fighting tears. He froze, and after a moment of deliberation, returned to her.
As he pulled her closer to him, she gave up altogether. Tears rolled down her cheeks, leaving behind wet streaks that were wide as the River Nile. Her shoulders shook as she took a staggering breath and she felt his hands stroke her damp hair comfortingly. He didn't ask anything, which was good, because she didn't want to answer.
She didn't ask him to stay, but he did. He held her close every time she woke up in panic, afraid of the faces she saw in the dark corners of her bedroom. When they stared at her, their piercing eyes filled with accusations, she turned around to bury her face to his chest. He rubbed her back and she fell asleep again.

It was a sunny morning. She put the coffeemaker on and gazed at her reflection in the hallway mirror. During her last checkup in the hospital, the doctor had said the wounds in her face would most likely heal completely, without leaving any scars. Hands and arms would be another thing, though.
She'd just combed her hair which was starting to reach the shoulder blades. Maybe she would let it grow this time.
The doorbell rang and she tightened the belt of her bathrobe before opening the door.
A smile of fake surprise lit her fragile-looking features as she saw Chris standing in the stairway. She stepped aside, letting him in.
“Mm, coffee,” he said as he entered the kitchen. “Exactly what I needed. How did you know?”
She laughed and took two mugs from the cupboard, pouring them full. They settled down at the table and looked at each other: Chris studied her face, figuring out her mood for today, and she answered his gaze, making the task easier for him.
She was feeling okay. And that was thanks in no small part to Chris.
Everyone needed a miracle at least once in their lives. Her miracle was Chris. He had emerged out of the blue, at the point where she had already fell down from the cliff, to catch her and pull her up.
And there she was, sipping coffee with him sitting across the table, in the apartment she had been more than ready to sell out. It had felt like a wrong place for her to live. It was a happy place, with happy smells from her former life. And she had been severely damaged.
But now, even though she very well knew there was no returning to what she'd once been, she knew that she would cope.
And she could be happy.

is it me or is it you?Lauantai 06.02.2010 06:06

i dont even recognize myself anymore. i keep wondering how everyone i once knew seems so distant to me now, some people even... unrealistically different, grotesque somehow. might be impossible to understand my choice of words here, but its just something only i can fully understand with the whole range of emotions raging inside me right now.

well, not raging. quite the contrary, actually. i feel hollow. unreal and oddly serene. maybe sonja was right after all, about everything she said. this isnt real, and i shouldnt have gotten caught up in the moment. the higher you fly, the harder you fall.

well, about the reality i actually dont agree with her. this is just as real as life in finland is. its just different. and i dont think we should be so set out to settle down anywhere, discarding every other option and experience that might come along the way if you just were open to them. i want to be open to the world.

i dont know where i belong. im not sure if i belong anywhere. in a way i like that idea. i never wanted to belong, anyway.

i do miss anu, though. theres just no other person in the whole universe with whom i could share as much. there are no words to explain it. now when i need comfort the most, i wish she could be here. i have friends here, surprisingly good and close friends regarding the short length of time ive spent with them so far. and in a way i can share with them as much as i can share with anu. i can tell them everything.

but the wordless understanding, the nonverbal communication, the physical comfort - i cant find it in anyone else. anu and i, we are grown together. we are connected.

we are sisters.

i wish i had her here.

i havent shed a tear, though. because im not feeling sad, desperate, lonely, or anything equivalent. i dont know if im okay or not, its hard to tell. but im feeling quite good in the end.

just hollow.

thats all.

mulla oli hauska elämäMaanantai 01.02.2010 22:06

so peaceful until...Maanantai 01.02.2010 21:50

...you blow a fuse
the devil cuts loose
so whats the use
of falling in love

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i will keep calling you to see
if youre sleeping
are you dreaming
if youre dreaming
are you dreaming
of me

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im not saying it was your fault
although you couldve done more
but youre so naive yet so

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i wanna love you but i better not touch
i wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop
i wanna kiss you but i want it too much
i wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison

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c'mon cut your crap
get it on im kicking back
youve got to treat me like a lady
dont you stand over there
be a man if you dare
youve got to give it to me baby

i love the way you like me
the things you say about me
i like you looking pretty though i look like hell
i like it when you miss me
i like it how you kiss me
i like you looking after me though all is well

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i wasnt prepared for this
oh no i wasnt prepared for this

when the day is blue
ill sit here wondering about you

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self-explanatory.

mulla on hauska elämäSunnuntai 31.01.2010 15:27

huomasinpa just

soi kerran alice cooperPerjantai 29.01.2010 09:56

i wanna love you but i better not touch
i wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop
i wanna kiss you but i want it too much
i wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison
youre poison running through my veins
youre poison, i dont wanna break these chains

jamiejamiejamie. awwh.

fazeriiiii!Torstai 28.01.2010 16:50

näin unta et olin jossai isos sainsburysin tavaratalos ja siel oli alakerta ja siellä oli iiiiso fazerhylly josta sai fazerin suklaita ja karkkeja ja olin ihan että wooooooot kato susanna sun ei tarvii mennä suomeen ostaa tätä ku tätä saa sainsburysilt! sitte me mentii suomeen ja matkustin jonkun jätkän kanssa johon ehkä tutustuin lentsikas tai lontoos ni laukaaseen asti ku seki kai asu siel. sit se oli ihan wtf ku mun äiti oli töissä sararannan päiväkodissa, jotain selitti miten pieni maailma ja plaa. suomes oli kauheen liukasta ja se meidän bussi veti vähän ojien kautta ku ei osannu mennä tarpeeks varovasti mutkia. ja sit meidän eessä pyöri joku auto ku sil oli vähä luistanu....

sitä enne siin unes tapahtu jotain ihan sikakauheeta mut onneks en enää muista mitä. tai oikeestaa tahtosin kyl muistaa hehe mut en vaa muista :(

ahhahhahahaa sonjaTorstai 28.01.2010 07:25

oisit tykänny olla mun ja miian messis tänää. eksyttii vahingos metraan ja vittu siellä oli kiimasia jätkiä :DD tyyliin juostiin niitä karkuun tanssilattialla eikä ne luovuttanu. sit nappasin miian niide käsist sillee "dont take my girlfriend!!" ja tanssittii yhes ni ne vähä jäi mutta eikö nyt kohta uuestaa sitte.

ja lol. olin tilaa meille ni ku tuun takas ni miian ympäril tanssii neljä jätkää. ja yks pyllistää ja näyttää stringejään. huusin sille et "get away you fucking creep, go away!!" mutta vähä hajotti :DDD

bussipysäkillä juttelin hauskojen uusi-seelantilaisten reppureissaajien kanssa. oli kivoja jätkiä.

nyt vois mennä nukkuu et jaksan lähtee huomenna värjää sonjan hiuksiaaaaaaaaa. öitä (:

voivoiMaanantai 25.01.2010 06:03

olipa hauskaa. näin tänään heikki-mummon hammersmithin bussiasemalla, meinasin hajota päin sen naamaa mutta hillitsin itseni.

mut se ei ollu hauskinta vaa lloydsi oli. ei voi sanoo oikee muuta ku et im from finland whats your excuse?

HUI ku säikähin ku meni motskari lujaa ohi tost.

aihettaMaanantai 18.01.2010 05:10

Kirjoita silmät kiinni nämä sanat :
Tietokone - tietokone
Nörtti - nörtti
Hiiri - hiiri
Näppäimistö - näooäiistö
Dataus - dataus
Total: 4
Minä olen nörtti - minä olen nörtti
Minä Dataan - minä dataan
Näyttöni on litteä - näyttöni on litteä
Näyttöni on leveä - näyttöni on leveä
Total: 4
KOKONAISTULOS: 8
10= Nörtti, rajoita hieman!
7-9= Olet riippuvainen.
5-7= Vähennä koneella istumista.
3-5= Vielä voisit rajoittaa.
1-3= Et ole nörtti.
0= Olet täysi tunari.

tän testin tekijä oli täysi tunari voin kertoa. kuinka voi saada 10 pistettä jos on vain 9 kohtaa? vai että siinä vaiheessa kun laskee väärin niin on selkeesti dataillut liikaa?

joku helikopteri pörrää ees taas tos yläpuolella. vois painuu muualle aattelin yrittää alkaa nukkuu nyt. oonhan sentään ollut hereillä jo kohta 6 tuntia.

voi olla että helikopteri ja the kooks soittamassa päässäni on vähän liikaa ton unensaannin kannalta kyllä.

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i know she knows im not fond of asking
true or false it may be shes still out to get me