None of it made sense. Everything that had happened was becoming hazy and distant. John started at the bracelet, a garish weave of pink and blue plastic strands.
She wants me to wear this? He felt heavy. Looking back up at her, he went to pull the bracelet on, seeing if she was serious. She just watched with those piercing green eyes.
"Fine." He muttered, "I'll put it on."
She smiled, winning.
He pulled it on over his wrist and let it snap against his skin. "Happy?"
It burnt. He jumped and cried out, the pain like a brand against his skin. Then the pain ended. Ready to snatch the bracelet off, he looked down. Were the bracelet had been was now an intricate web of pink and blue tattoos. It wound around his wrist, forever part of him now.
Goodbye my darling, his mother whispered, her voice full of love and worry. "You're strong enough to withstand him now."
And the world around him, seemingly so solid and real, melted.
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