you're too young & eager to love

I was digging through my writing folder, looking for a piece that I've been working on, and I stumbled across this. I'm bummed I never returned to it.

The Stand fanfiction! It's a thing. Nadine is the best character in this whole series. She's so tragic and intense. I'm excited they're making a new, non-made-for-TV movie of this book. Let's hope Nadine gets an appropriate actress and some actual depth this time.

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Let me pull your hair through my hand – bound my fist – wrap you over my knuckles. And we will rain down on the solid earth, together, for we are many. I’ll wipe the stain of goodness and

Her scream caught in her throat when she woke up. Her fingers trembled. Her stomach turned, and Nadine forgot the taste of clean, Colorado air. She forgot the warmth of this makeshift community of survivors, the possibility of salvation in Mother Abigail’s old eyes, and the scratch of a musician’s beard across her mouth. The night was dark – too dark – and she wrapped her arms around herself, searching for Joe, remembering too late that he would be with Larry now.

She was being cast aside already. Forced into solitude, towards the West, away from the mountains and towards Vegas. Where she should have gone all along. Nadine had only been fooling herself, hoping that what her dreams told her, night after night, were not unchanging, unyielding prophecies but mere possibilities. Only one future out of many and she merely had to make her choice.

He would come for her and when he did it would be in this type of darkness. In the empty, cold consumption of night. She would be pure white, like her hair, cleaving against the Dark Man.

And she knew with such sudden clarity that if she couldn’t keep up, he would drag her behind him, through desert and brimstone, into the heart of herself until she could give life unto him.

From the inside.