She found the first body in a stairwell..
Apr. 3rd, 2006 07:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
axesladeI was just looking up info on the song 'I Don't Like Mondays', and well...here's a snippet from the Wikipedia article.
Brenda Ann Spencer (born April 3, 1962 in San Diego, California) wounded eight children and one police officer and killed two adults in a shooting spree at Cleveland Elementary School in the San Carlos section of San Diego, California, on January 29, 1979.
Yep, my birthday. Frickin' creepy.
Oh, and if you're wondering where the subject line came from, it's from Neil Gaiman's story that he wrote for the 'girl' in Tori's cover of 'I Don't Like Mondays', and it's under
monday's child
Standing in the shower, letting the water run over her, washing it away, washing everything away, she realises that what made it the hardest was that it had smelled just like her own high school.
She had walked through the corridors, heart beating raggedly in her chest, smelling that school smell, and it all came back to her.
It was only what, six years, maybe less, since it had been her running from locker to classroom, since she had watched her friends crying and raging and brooding over the taunts and the names and the thousand hurts that plague the powerless. None of them had ever gone this far.
She found the first body in a stairwell.
That night, after the shower, which could not wash what she had had to do away, not really, she said to her husband, "I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"That this job is making me hard. That it's making me someone else. Someone I don't know any more."
He pulled her close, and held her, and they stayed touching, skin to skin, until dawn.
Brenda Ann Spencer (born April 3, 1962 in San Diego, California) wounded eight children and one police officer and killed two adults in a shooting spree at Cleveland Elementary School in the San Carlos section of San Diego, California, on January 29, 1979.
Yep, my birthday. Frickin' creepy.
Oh, and if you're wondering where the subject line came from, it's from Neil Gaiman's story that he wrote for the 'girl' in Tori's cover of 'I Don't Like Mondays', and it's under
monday's child
Standing in the shower, letting the water run over her, washing it away, washing everything away, she realises that what made it the hardest was that it had smelled just like her own high school.
She had walked through the corridors, heart beating raggedly in her chest, smelling that school smell, and it all came back to her.
It was only what, six years, maybe less, since it had been her running from locker to classroom, since she had watched her friends crying and raging and brooding over the taunts and the names and the thousand hurts that plague the powerless. None of them had ever gone this far.
She found the first body in a stairwell.
That night, after the shower, which could not wash what she had had to do away, not really, she said to her husband, "I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"That this job is making me hard. That it's making me someone else. Someone I don't know any more."
He pulled her close, and held her, and they stayed touching, skin to skin, until dawn.
