Lex has slightly redder hair and is a little older but this little girl looks A LOT like she looked... it's the best I can do
Please note, this is how she believed she looked and how I see her when I picture her in my head. At some point I will post a picture of our body.
John: (John is the S.O. to our system)
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All Lex ever wanted was to be loved, and at first she thought that there was only one way to achieve that... I thank John for teaching her that there were other ways and for giving her a father figure.The following may TRIGGER The following may TRIGGER The following may TRIGGER The following may TRIGGER
I begged him not to let me die and I begged him to make the pain stop and he promised me that it would be better soon. I cried on his shoulder as he told me that it would be okay, that I would be happier. As he lied and smiled at me I cried out in pain begging for him to save me. I asked him if he loved me, and all I had ever wanted was for someone to love me and he told me yes, he loved me and I loved him too. I tried to be strong, I tried to stop crying as the monsters continued, I was so terrified and it hurt so bad, but he said it was okay, he said he would be there soon, and I would be waiting for him. I loved him.She loved him and so she died in his arms trying so hard not to scream and scare him. She didn’t want him to be sad that it hurt so much, and he thought it was so wonderful, such a break through. Lex, as she died, hadn’t been intigrated by Rae, the original, or Rachael, her counterpart; Lex had, and of course I should have expected it, been integrated by me. For some reason, I thought integration was going to be more like understanding the details. I expected the integration of Lex to cause an understanding of what happened to Lex and I expected integration to include understanding that what happened to Lex also had happened to me in the same way that I understood everything else, in the same way that I had a general understanding of each of our stories. It seams so obvious now though. Those things had happened to me, and so why should I remember them as if they happened to someone else? All of a sudden it was as if the memories had always been there and everything that had happened was seen through my eyes. I didn’t remember Lex being raped. I didn’t understand that it had happened to me. Rather, I remembered being raped, and I never expected to be raped. I had thought that because I had not made the choices it would never really be me. I had never cried or not cried, and even if it had been my body, it had not been my consciousness, but now, and I never knew that this is how memory worked, I remember thinking. I remember making the decisions, and it is as if it were my own consciousness I had expected to remember the thoughts but not the thinking. I now had a past, something I had never had before and one of the few human things that I had never wanted and not only did I suddenly have her past, but I realized as I relived her death in my mind, I was also to have her fate.
