Amelie
Well, to understand all of that, I guess I have to back up a few months. I mean, I know Lexie won’t talk about it, and so someone has to. It’s germane to this whole discussion of the incident.
It was, I don’t know – was it nine months? I think so. Nine months.
Nine months prior to That Day, I had gone to the theater for something; I can’t remember what anymore. I think it must have been something for a show.
When I got there, I knew something was wrong immediately. Michael wouldn’t leave the front door open like that. As soon as I entered the lobby, I saw a trail of discarded clothing leading up the stairs toward the auditorium. They had to be Alix Sullivan’s; no one else there was that tiny…She’s really astonishingly petite. I think she made it all the way up to a whole 110 pounds at the height of her pregnancy, right before Nikki was born…Most of the girls are really rather jealous.
In the auditorium, Lexie was…she had…
She had gotten out the Halloween noose and was…hanging from the balcony…Y’know, it’s strange. Her freckles…that’s what I noticed. She has a lot of freckles, more than me, even. But normally they’re mostly really light. They were all standing out so sharply…her skin was, was so pale…
When I saw her there, I guess I panicked. I shot off a spell at the rope; don’t remember what it was – something to cut it. Michael said I started screaming in Creole…I guess it’s a good thing he’s multilingual…
Michael grabbed her and did something, I couldn’t see what, but it looked like he poured something into her mouth. Then he just…sat. And waited.
Then she suddenly gasped and bolted upright. She seemed…almost intoxicated…
Later, after she had “come down,” I found her in the dressing room downstairs. Crying…