Chapter Text
Robin's Dedication
For Hannah, because we shared a death.
Just between us, yours was probably better.
Just between us, yours was probably better.
"One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more,
Death, thou shalt die."
- John Donne
"One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more,
Death, thou shalt die."
- John Donne
Prologue
They came in while Hannah and I slept and tore open our throats with their teeth.
Hannah’s parents would find her body in the morning. It was where they left it, haphazardly hanging off the edge of her bed, her eyes staring, her long, blond hair–streaked with now dried blood–brushing the floor. Gruesome. Ugly. Grisly. It would say that in the papers, and then it would say “other victim, Robin Martin, age 21, of Montgomery County, TX still missing” and a picture my sister had recently taken of me would appear farther down in the article with requests for information. The police would follow the trail of my blood out the door, down the hallway, across the kitchen and down the patio stairs. I wouldn't be hard to track, at least not until they found the place on the creek bank where I slid in, to be carried by the current to the joining river, and away into the woods.
But that was an eternity ago. The calendar said three days, but for me, it was a lifetime.
They would not find my body in the morning, but my life ended that night.
