| Entry Post & Open: Claire Fisher & Mark Renton - Are now ready, should someone wish to greet them... |
[Sep. 20th, 2008|18:04 ] |
Meanwhile, in a twisted version of Alice's Wonderland, two people are deciding to try to leave...
He didn't know what was going to happen next.
He swallowed, held Claire's hand tightly, and thought of all the things that could go wrong. Mark Renton wasn't a rocket scientist, but he knew they were taking a chance here. He didn't pass his A-Levels and he didn't apply to apprentice for a trade - and he hadn't had a hit of heroin in... How long have they been in this strange fucking place, anyway?
He thought of his Mum and Dad, and how they'd react is he showed up at their door with a pretty, red-haired American girl? And him, clean for weeks now? Would they like Claire?
How could anyone not like her?
He thought of his mates - such as they were - and what they'd think of it all. Would he look different to them? He'd put on a few pounds, or so he thought. He felt better, at any rate, than he has since...
Well, since he went to London, before Tommy's funeral, and was an estate agent for a while. On his own, no one pressing him to take drugs, no one encouraging him to steal, no one trying to get him into trouble. He wouldn't tell them about the hit he'd taken. They never need know about that, the fuckers.
Except for Spud, maybe. He was alright.
Mark looked at Claire's profile and thought: Did any of them miss me? Have I been gone long at all? How is it, in such a short space of time, this wee girl has done so much more than any of them - or the system - to help me? To heal me?
To love me?
And if she ends up in my time, in 1987, will she be happy? And what the hell will she think of my mates, my family? My life? Shite...
"Best foot forward, eh, love?" he whispered to her, took a deep breath, and opened the door. |
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