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From: demeter@eskimo.com (Tony Anderson)
Subject: Repost: AND IF I DIE (Pt. 1) abandoned story
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After almost sitting on the first half of this story till it
hatched, I have ultimately decided to abandon it. Last spring I wrote
this first part, re-tooled it somewhat and began work on the second half.
I have only an outline and part of Part 2 completed. The creative steam
was released so to speak on this one, and pursuing it was no longer my
ultimate ambition (writers will know this all too well).
For those curious about the contents of part 2: Mulder and Scully
both have re-occurring nightmares (Mulder about his sister, Scully about
her Father, both of which involve Freddy). They realize the young girl is
seeing him too and together they try to find a way to defeat him in the
land of sleep. Afterwards, Scully questions the whole ordeal as a group
hallucination or similar, Mulder knows otherwise. In the end, Scully
finds a brown, tattered hat on her bed.
Someone (Eric I believe) had a desire to pursue an
Elmstreet/X-Files cross-over, by all means take a good shot at it. I
found it difficult in the end to keep faithful to both genre's and come
up with a suitably involving story. So, I repost this first part of "And
If I Die..." from last spring. With a lot of kicking and screaming I
could finish it, but we'll see. I have learned the almighty lesson of NOT
posting a story till it is complete (at least a first draft).
I have eagerly delved into a new cross-over story with
X-Files/Interview With A Vampire. It is coming along feverishly. It isn't
about Louis or Lestat, as most might do. Instead, I chose to follow the
young Interviewer immediately after the conclusion of "Interview". Of
course his course of...change..will lead us directly to our two agents.
Well, here it is. Enjoy it for what it's worth.
THE X-FILES:
"And If I Die..."
By
Tony Anderson
(demeter@eskimo.com)
Based on the television series "The X-Files" and
film series "A Nightmare On Elm Street"
(c) August 1994
The author is intending no infringement on
copyrights held by both the creators of "The X-
Files" and "A Nightmare On Elm Street". The
following is written purely for reading enjoyment
and not for purposes of profit or exploitation.
Copies may be freely distributed, but please
retain this title page and said notices.
THE X-FILES: "And If I Die..." By Tony Anderson (Aug. 1994)
PART ONE OF TWO
***************
Agent Fox Mulder shuffled through the papers on his desk,
looking for a specific file. He piled the folders up on one
corner next to the phone and continued sifting.
Agent Dana Scully knocked on Mulder's door and opened it.
She entered carrying a mug of hot coffee.
"Lose something, Mulder," she asked, sipping carefully.
"What? In this filing system?" he replied opening the top
drawer of the desk. He filters through the contents revealing an
odd array of memos from the bureau on editqette, reminders to
himself; which of course went forgotten.
Scully, fascinated by his search, moved to a chair near his
desk, careful not to spill her coffee.
"You know Mulder, I'd love to help..but..I wouldn't know
where to start", she said with smirk, taking another small sip.
Mulder shot her a look and continued searching through more
newly discovered papers.
"You should see it when I do lose something," He told her,
also in doubt to his filing procedures.
Mulder stops his seemlessly endless search, and gives up.
"Scully, do you ever have bad dreams?", he asks coyly.
"On occaision, we all do, there called 'night terrors'."
"Do you believe in The Boogey Man, Scully?"
Mulder picks up the file, moves around and sits on the front
of his desk, facing Scully.
"Maybe when I was a little girl."
"We have another little girl with the very same problem you
did," he adds.
"I don't follow," she says, wondering where her partner was
heading.
"A girl, eight years old, named Drew Osborne, she has this
little difficulty in sleeping."
"What is it, she doesn't get much sleep?"
"No, she doesn't get any sleep, flat out refuses to close
her eyes. Apparently, there is this 'ugly man who scares her with
knives'." Mulder explains looking down at the file then back over
at Scully.
"Mulder, this is not an unusual occurance; did the child
speak to a family counselor or Doctor?"
"Yes, he thought the same things you are right now."
"And?", Scully asks.
"And, after seeing a therapist on numerous occaisions they
finally had to give Drew an injection to force her to sleep."
"What is it that is scaring her so bad?", Scully replies,
realizing the girl's problem far eceeded her own at that age.
"Nobody is quite sure at this point. The therapist suggested
that she be admitted for a series of tests, to determine her
problem, whether it be physical or mental."
"Has she completed them?"
"Well, she would have, except two days prior to her check in
date, she was given an injection after a series of screaming fits
with her Mother. After Drew went off to sleep...her Father
mysteriously had his throat cut in an upstairs bedroom, just down
the hall from her."
"Was it a break-in?", Scully wondered.
"Homicide says no way. There are no signs of struggle or a
break-in anywhere in the house."
"That is where we come in," Scully summarizes.
"Exactly, our first move is to talk to Drew."
*****
Sylvia Osborne moves towards the front door, to answer the
knock that echoed through her now quiet home.
She pulls open the door and finds two strangers before her.
"Yes, can I help you?"she asks, her face showing obvious
signs of exhaustion and fatigue.
Mulder holds up his badge, as does Scully, for her to see.
"Sylvia Osborne? We're FBI, I'm Agent Fox Mulder and this is
Agent Dana Scully. We spoke with you on the phone?" he reminds
her.
"Yes, please, won't you both come in," she replies and
leads them both inside.
Mulder and Scully put their identification away as they
follow Sylvia through the emaculatly kept home. The only sounds
heard were those of their feet on the polished oak floors below
them.
They followed her into the living room where she gestured
for them to sit. Scully sat on the sofa beside Sylvia as Mulder
sat in the armchair beside them.
Sylvia looked at Mulder in the chair and a flush of memories
raced back into her mind. Tears welled up in her red swollen eyes
until she realized who she was with.
"I'm sorry, it's been hard, but I am doing better," she
smiles wiping her eyes.
"We understand Mrs. Osborne, We're very sorry," Scully says
putting her hand on Sylvia's arm.
"Call me Sylvia, please," she answers.
"Sylvia, we know of the unusual circumstances surrounding
you're husbands death," Mulder explains.
"Yes, but nobody believes us; they consider me possible
suspect, as well as Drew."
"Can we speak to Drew ourselves, Sylvia?" Scully asks her.
"Yes, I only hope someone can get through to her...I have
tried..but..," she stops, her words falling quiet.
"We'll try the best we can. Don't give up Sylvia, Drew needs
you now more than ever," Scully tells her.
Sylvia gets up and composes herself to face her daughter
again.
"I've tried to maintain calm when I'm around Drew; she's
been through so much lately. Her room is upstairs," she replies
walking towards the staircase across from the front door.
Scully and Mulder follow her up the stairs to the second
floor.
*****
They stop in the hall as Sylvia knocks on her daughter's
door and opens it slowly to see if by some miracle, she went off
to sleep on her own. She opens the door all the way to find her
daughter sitting in a chair by the window, looking out with an
emotionless stare.
"Drew honey, there are two people here who want to talk to
you," Sylvia says going to the window.
Drew doesn't move or even acknowledge their arrival into her
room.
"It's alright, come in," Sylvia says with a small forced
smile.
Mulder and Scully enter the small light-green room,
decorated with various stuffed animals and scattered toys on
shelves lining the walls.
Scully walks over slowly and bends down to face Drew.
"Hi Drew, my name is Dana, I heard about you're dreams," she
said with a smile.
Drew turns and looks up at her Mother. Her Mother smiles
back at her.
"It's alright Drew, their here to help us," she explains to
her daughter, not sure who can help them.
"You know Drewm I had bad dreams like you when I was you're
age."
"You..did?" Drew asked, surprised.
"Yes, I was terrrified of my closet, I was convinced that a
giant spider was living in a web and eating my dolls," Scully
tells her.
Mulder, listening intently, gives a smile.
"Giant doll-eating spiders yes, extra-terrestrials, no," he
says in a small whisper to her.
Scully gives Mulder a "you're not helping" look.
"What did you do, move?" asks Drew.
"No, my Dad.."
Scully stops mid-sentence, realizing she has hit a sore
subject.
"Somebody showed me the closet in a new light and I
discovered that there wasn't any spider, and I had just lost or
missplaced my dolls."
Drew paused and thought about Scully's words.
"The bad man is real. He says he's going to get me if I go
to sleep," Drew explains slowly and cautiously.
"Drew, what does this man look like?" Mulder asks crouching
down next to Scully, before her.
"He gots a red and black sweater on and his face is all
burned," she tells him in a whisper, as though the 'bad-man' will
hear her.
"When do you see this man?" Scully asks.
"She sees him only when she's asleep; I can't get her to
sleep, I've tried everything," Sylvia added.
Drew begans to build panic in her eyes.
"Momma, don't make me go to sleep again!" Drew says in a
plea.
"Do you ever see the bad man when you are awake?" Mulder
asks.
"No. He only comes when I dream," Drew replies.
Scully looks at Mulder; they both share concern for the
child.
"What about the knives, Drew?" Scully asks her.
"He has sharp knives, and he wants to cut me," she explains.
"Does he hold them?" Mulder asks.
"No, he has them on a glove. It's on...this hand."
She holds up her right hand and shakes it a little.
"He killed my Daddy!" Drew exclaims.
"It's alright honey, nobody will let him hurt you," Scully
says calming her a bit.
"Can we come see you again, Drew?" Scully asks her giving a
smile.
Drew nods her head yes, and tries to return the smile.
Sylvia opens the bedroom door as the two agents file out
into the hall.
"I'll bring you're lunch up soon sweety," Sylvia tells her.
Closing the door behind herself, she follows the agents
downstairs, and into the living room.
"What do you think I should do?" Sylvia asks, hoping for any
signs of hope.
"She is a bright girl, Sylvia, you should be very proud of
her. I think you should give her some time, and be as close to
her as you possibly can. I think the events of you're husbands
death might have created the dreams," Scully replies, ignoring an
irritated look from Mulder.
"The doctors told me the same things. It's just when she
talks of the dreams they seem so real to her," Sylvia says.
"Part of these dreams are her 'reality' right now. She has
created this "bad man" as an escape for her fears. I think what
she needs right now is a great deal of understanding," Scully
says hoping to soothe Sylvia's obvious anxiety.
"I hope you're right," Sylvia replies.
*****
Mulder and Scully, after saying goodbye to Sylvia, head back
towards the car.
"Why did you tell her that, Scully?" Mulder asked anger ever
present in his voice.
Scully got in the passenger side and locked her door. She
pulled the seat belt over and buckled it in place.
"What do you mean?" She asked him.
Mulder buckled his belt and started the car, pulling it away
from the curb and onto the road.
"About the the "bad man" being a figment of her fears, how
do you know that for sure?" He asked, looking from the road to
her, back and forth.
Scully paused, realizing she had summarized and basically
given Sylvia advice, something the Bureau does not encourage or
recommend. She had made a mistake; acting sctrictly on instincts
rather than a combination of this and cold hard facts.
"She needed to hear something Mulder," Scully pressed.
"Sylvia, or Drew? In a nutshell Scully, you just told that
girl that her dreams are harmless figments of her frantic
imagination," he explained.
"Are you telling me you actually believe that this "bad man"
was responsible for her Father's death?" Scully asked him.
"I am not believing either Scully, we need to examine both
possibilites before making judgements; I'm starting to sound like
you," he replied.
Scully silently thinks to herself and turns to him.
"It's a good thing Mulder, balance of judgement is an
important part of The X Files," she tells him, with a smile of
truce.
"Who is more the fool, the fool, or the fool that follows?"
he adds with a small laugh.
*****
Sylvia had brought Drew's lunch up to her room and waited to
see if her daughter would eat. Drew remained quiet and distant as
Sylvia tried to get through to her daughter.
"Honey, you've got to eat. You need to keep you're strength
up," She said hoping something might have changed after the two
FBI agents had visited.
Drew continued to stare out the window.
"Drew, you have to get some sleep, the Doctor suggested I
let you try again on you're own, but if you didn't to give you
the medicine," Sylvia said carefully.
Drew turned to her Mother as tears began to well up in her
eyes.
"Mommy, please don't make me sleep, I don't want to," she
said starting to cry.
Sylvia got up from her daughter's bed and held a needle in
her right hand, the one the Doctor had given her.
"I'm sorry Drew, honey, it's for you're own good," she said
rolling up Drew's shirt sleeve.
Drew continued to cry as her Mother gave her the injection.
"He's gonna come back Momma, the Bad Man's gonna come back,"
she told her in a panic.
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From: demeter@eskimo.com (Tony Anderson)
Subject: Repost: AND IF I DIE (Pt. 1) abandoned story
Message-ID: <CyArpx.41H@eskimo.com>
Keywords: repost
Organization: Eskimo North (206) For-Ever
Date: Wed, 26 Oct 1994 20:32:18 GMT
Lines: 335
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-
After almost sitting on the first half of this story till it
hatched, I have ultimately decided to abandon it. Last spring I wrote
this first part, re-tooled it somewhat and began work on the second half.
I have only an outline and part of Part 2 completed. The creative steam
was released so to speak on this one, and pursuing it was no longer my
ultimate ambition (writers will know this all too well).
For those curious about the contents of part 2: Mulder and Scully
both have re-occurring nightmares (Mulder about his sister, Scully about
her Father, both of which involve Freddy). They realize the young girl is
seeing him too and together they try to find a way to defeat him in the
land of sleep. Afterwards, Scully questions the whole ordeal as a group
hallucination or similar, Mulder knows otherwise. In the end, Scully
finds a brown, tattered hat on her bed.
Someone (Eric I believe) had a desire to pursue an
Elmstreet/X-Files cross-over, by all means take a good shot at it. I
found it difficult in the end to keep faithful to both genre's and come
up with a suitably involving story. So, I repost this first part of "And
If I Die..." from last spring. With a lot of kicking and screaming I
could finish it, but we'll see. I have learned the almighty lesson of NOT
posting a story till it is complete (at least a first draft).
I have eagerly delved into a new cross-over story with
X-Files/Interview With A Vampire. It is coming along feverishly. It isn't
about Louis or Lestat, as most might do. Instead, I chose to follow the
young Interviewer immediately after the conclusion of "Interview". Of
course his course of...change..will lead us directly to our two agents.
Well, here it is. Enjoy it for what it's worth.
THE X-FILES:
"And If I Die..."
By
Tony Anderson
(demeter@eskimo.com)
Based on the television series "The X-Files" and
film series "A Nightmare On Elm Street"
(c) August 1994
The author is intending no infringement on
copyrights held by both the creators of "The X-
Files" and "A Nightmare On Elm Street". The
following is written purely for reading enjoyment
and not for purposes of profit or exploitation.
Copies may be freely distributed, but please
retain this title page and said notices.
THE X-FILES: "And If I Die..." By Tony Anderson (Aug. 1994)
PART ONE OF TWO
***************
Agent Fox Mulder shuffled through the papers on his desk,
looking for a specific file. He piled the folders up on one
corner next to the phone and continued sifting.
Agent Dana Scully knocked on Mulder's door and opened it.
She entered carrying a mug of hot coffee.
"Lose something, Mulder," she asked, sipping carefully.
"What? In this filing system?" he replied opening the top
drawer of the desk. He filters through the contents revealing an
odd array of memos from the bureau on editqette, reminders to
himself; which of course went forgotten.
Scully, fascinated by his search, moved to a chair near his
desk, careful not to spill her coffee.
"You know Mulder, I'd love to help..but..I wouldn't know
where to start", she said with smirk, taking another small sip.
Mulder shot her a look and continued searching through more
newly discovered papers.
"You should see it when I do lose something," He told her,
also in doubt to his filing procedures.
Mulder stops his seemlessly endless search, and gives up.
"Scully, do you ever have bad dreams?", he asks coyly.
"On occaision, we all do, there called 'night terrors'."
"Do you believe in The Boogey Man, Scully?"
Mulder picks up the file, moves around and sits on the front
of his desk, facing Scully.
"Maybe when I was a little girl."
"We have another little girl with the very same problem you
did," he adds.
"I don't follow," she says, wondering where her partner was
heading.
"A girl, eight years old, named Drew Osborne, she has this
little difficulty in sleeping."
"What is it, she doesn't get much sleep?"
"No, she doesn't get any sleep, flat out refuses to close
her eyes. Apparently, there is this 'ugly man who scares her with
knives'." Mulder explains looking down at the file then back over
at Scully.
"Mulder, this is not an unusual occurance; did the child
speak to a family counselor or Doctor?"
"Yes, he thought the same things you are right now."
"And?", Scully asks.
"And, after seeing a therapist on numerous occaisions they
finally had to give Drew an injection to force her to sleep."
"What is it that is scaring her so bad?", Scully replies,
realizing the girl's problem far eceeded her own at that age.
"Nobody is quite sure at this point. The therapist suggested
that she be admitted for a series of tests, to determine her
problem, whether it be physical or mental."
"Has she completed them?"
"Well, she would have, except two days prior to her check in
date, she was given an injection after a series of screaming fits
with her Mother. After Drew went off to sleep...her Father
mysteriously had his throat cut in an upstairs bedroom, just down
the hall from her."
"Was it a break-in?", Scully wondered.
"Homicide says no way. There are no signs of struggle or a
break-in anywhere in the house."
"That is where we come in," Scully summarizes.
"Exactly, our first move is to talk to Drew."
*****
Sylvia Osborne moves towards the front door, to answer the
knock that echoed through her now quiet home.
She pulls open the door and finds two strangers before her.
"Yes, can I help you?"she asks, her face showing obvious
signs of exhaustion and fatigue.
Mulder holds up his badge, as does Scully, for her to see.
"Sylvia Osborne? We're FBI, I'm Agent Fox Mulder and this is
Agent Dana Scully. We spoke with you on the phone?" he reminds
her.
"Yes, please, won't you both come in," she replies and
leads them both inside.
Mulder and Scully put their identification away as they
follow Sylvia through the emaculatly kept home. The only sounds
heard were those of their feet on the polished oak floors below
them.
They followed her into the living room where she gestured
for them to sit. Scully sat on the sofa beside Sylvia as Mulder
sat in the armchair beside them.
Sylvia looked at Mulder in the chair and a flush of memories
raced back into her mind. Tears welled up in her red swollen eyes
until she realized who she was with.
"I'm sorry, it's been hard, but I am doing better," she
smiles wiping her eyes.
"We understand Mrs. Osborne, We're very sorry," Scully says
putting her hand on Sylvia's arm.
"Call me Sylvia, please," she answers.
"Sylvia, we know of the unusual circumstances surrounding
you're husbands death," Mulder explains.
"Yes, but nobody believes us; they consider me possible
suspect, as well as Drew."
"Can we speak to Drew ourselves, Sylvia?" Scully asks her.
"Yes, I only hope someone can get through to her...I have
tried..but..," she stops, her words falling quiet.
"We'll try the best we can. Don't give up Sylvia, Drew needs
you now more than ever," Scully tells her.
Sylvia gets up and composes herself to face her daughter
again.
"I've tried to maintain calm when I'm around Drew; she's
been through so much lately. Her room is upstairs," she replies
walking towards the staircase across from the front door.
Scully and Mulder follow her up the stairs to the second
floor.
*****
They stop in the hall as Sylvia knocks on her daughter's
door and opens it slowly to see if by some miracle, she went off
to sleep on her own. She opens the door all the way to find her
daughter sitting in a chair by the window, looking out with an
emotionless stare.
"Drew honey, there are two people here who want to talk to
you," Sylvia says going to the window.
Drew doesn't move or even acknowledge their arrival into her
room.
"It's alright, come in," Sylvia says with a small forced
smile.
Mulder and Scully enter the small light-green room,
decorated with various stuffed animals and scattered toys on
shelves lining the walls.
Scully walks over slowly and bends down to face Drew.
"Hi Drew, my name is Dana, I heard about you're dreams," she
said with a smile.
Drew turns and looks up at her Mother. Her Mother smiles
back at her.
"It's alright Drew, their here to help us," she explains to
her daughter, not sure who can help them.
"You know Drewm I had bad dreams like you when I was you're
age."
"You..did?" Drew asked, surprised.
"Yes, I was terrrified of my closet, I was convinced that a
giant spider was living in a web and eating my dolls," Scully
tells her.
Mulder, listening intently, gives a smile.
"Giant doll-eating spiders yes, extra-terrestrials, no," he
says in a small whisper to her.
Scully gives Mulder a "you're not helping" look.
"What did you do, move?" asks Drew.
"No, my Dad.."
Scully stops mid-sentence, realizing she has hit a sore
subject.
"Somebody showed me the closet in a new light and I
discovered that there wasn't any spider, and I had just lost or
missplaced my dolls."
Drew paused and thought about Scully's words.
"The bad man is real. He says he's going to get me if I go
to sleep," Drew explains slowly and cautiously.
"Drew, what does this man look like?" Mulder asks crouching
down next to Scully, before her.
"He gots a red and black sweater on and his face is all
burned," she tells him in a whisper, as though the 'bad-man' will
hear her.
"When do you see this man?" Scully asks.
"She sees him only when she's asleep; I can't get her to
sleep, I've tried everything," Sylvia added.
Drew begans to build panic in her eyes.
"Momma, don't make me go to sleep again!" Drew says in a
plea.
"Do you ever see the bad man when you are awake?" Mulder
asks.
"No. He only comes when I dream," Drew replies.
Scully looks at Mulder; they both share concern for the
child.
"What about the knives, Drew?" Scully asks her.
"He has sharp knives, and he wants to cut me," she explains.
"Does he hold them?" Mulder asks.
"No, he has them on a glove. It's on...this hand."
She holds up her right hand and shakes it a little.
"He killed my Daddy!" Drew exclaims.
"It's alright honey, nobody will let him hurt you," Scully
says calming her a bit.
"Can we come see you again, Drew?" Scully asks her giving a
smile.
Drew nods her head yes, and tries to return the smile.
Sylvia opens the bedroom door as the two agents file out
into the hall.
"I'll bring you're lunch up soon sweety," Sylvia tells her.
Closing the door behind herself, she follows the agents
downstairs, and into the living room.
"What do you think I should do?" Sylvia asks, hoping for any
signs of hope.
"She is a bright girl, Sylvia, you should be very proud of
her. I think you should give her some time, and be as close to
her as you possibly can. I think the events of you're husbands
death might have created the dreams," Scully replies, ignoring an
irritated look from Mulder.
"The doctors told me the same things. It's just when she
talks of the dreams they seem so real to her," Sylvia says.
"Part of these dreams are her 'reality' right now. She has
created this "bad man" as an escape for her fears. I think what
she needs right now is a great deal of understanding," Scully
says hoping to soothe Sylvia's obvious anxiety.
"I hope you're right," Sylvia replies.
*****
Mulder and Scully, after saying goodbye to Sylvia, head back
towards the car.
"Why did you tell her that, Scully?" Mulder asked anger ever
present in his voice.
Scully got in the passenger side and locked her door. She
pulled the seat belt over and buckled it in place.
"What do you mean?" She asked him.
Mulder buckled his belt and started the car, pulling it away
from the curb and onto the road.
"About the the "bad man" being a figment of her fears, how
do you know that for sure?" He asked, looking from the road to
her, back and forth.
Scully paused, realizing she had summarized and basically
given Sylvia advice, something the Bureau does not encourage or
recommend. She had made a mistake; acting sctrictly on instincts
rather than a combination of this and cold hard facts.
"She needed to hear something Mulder," Scully pressed.
"Sylvia, or Drew? In a nutshell Scully, you just told that
girl that her dreams are harmless figments of her frantic
imagination," he explained.
"Are you telling me you actually believe that this "bad man"
was responsible for her Father's death?" Scully asked him.
"I am not believing either Scully, we need to examine both
possibilites before making judgements; I'm starting to sound like
you," he replied.
Scully silently thinks to herself and turns to him.
"It's a good thing Mulder, balance of judgement is an
important part of The X Files," she tells him, with a smile of
truce.
"Who is more the fool, the fool, or the fool that follows?"
he adds with a small laugh.
*****
Sylvia had brought Drew's lunch up to her room and waited to
see if her daughter would eat. Drew remained quiet and distant as
Sylvia tried to get through to her daughter.
"Honey, you've got to eat. You need to keep you're strength
up," She said hoping something might have changed after the two
FBI agents had visited.
Drew continued to stare out the window.
"Drew, you have to get some sleep, the Doctor suggested I
let you try again on you're own, but if you didn't to give you
the medicine," Sylvia said carefully.
Drew turned to her Mother as tears began to well up in her
eyes.
"Mommy, please don't make me sleep, I don't want to," she
said starting to cry.
Sylvia got up from her daughter's bed and held a needle in
her right hand, the one the Doctor had given her.
"I'm sorry Drew, honey, it's for you're own good," she said
rolling up Drew's shirt sleeve.
Drew continued to cry as her Mother gave her the injection.
"He's gonna come back Momma, the Bad Man's gonna come back,"
she told her in a panic.
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