Alone
by
Chris AndersonDisclaimer: Alias is the property of other people, including J.J. Abrams and Bad Robot productions.
Written for the Theatrical Muse 'alone' challenge.
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What Irina Derevko knows about being alone is no longer something she speaks of in words. It has gone beyond that, has settled into her bones and blood. She has no more reason to speak of it now than she does of her need for air or water, and no one is listening now in any case. She believes that she understands alone, that she has grown used to it. That she can survive it.
And then comes the betrayal which she is only too well aware she should have seen coming- but Elena has changed since the days of their childhood. She is more patiant now, but more ruthless too, and neither of these things were expected.
She loses track of how long she sits in absoulte darkness, buried, all but forgotten, until the time comes when her sister thinks of something else she wishes Irina to tell her. She's given up deluding herself that she will be able to keep things from Elena; she will still try, but failure is something she accepts now. Her best hope had lain, before, in the certainty that Elena's temper would get the better of her. That her sister would simply get angry and kill her, and that, at least, would be an end to the truths she can't stop telling in place of the lies.
Now that she understands Elena is patiant enough, now, to continue this as long as it suits her... Now, she knows what alone is. Knowing her sister is posessed now of a pitiliss focus and this unending patiance, knowing there will be no end to this, and that no one will ever come for her, because everyone who might ever have loved her believes she is already dead...
This is what it is to be alone.
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