Post by Jesus, lol on Dec 17, 2006 13:50:05 GMT -5
What had she done? She–
Pain exploded along her arm. She would have screamed, but her lips only formed a small 'o' as she stumbled back, handkerchief drifting to the ground. It was a sharp agony that sent slivers of pain along her nerves every time she moved it.
Still, as she fell to her knees, she watched him wordlessly, drowning in her own guilt and self-loathing.
A far cry from the hyperactive and horribly shallow Kei of only twenty minutes ago.
He ran unevenly, and she winced as he fell. She wanted to get up, she wanted to help. But look what her want to 'help' had already done.
Kei shuddered, holding her arm gingerly to her chest, and looked down.
Her carving stared up at her, splattered with a fine spray of blood, staining the half-finished face of a child.
Hollow, empty, red eyes, stared up at her, into her being, and saw what a horrible person she was.
Kei screamed and slapped the carving away, angry tears filling her eyes, even as her arm throbbed painfully and the world dimmed to that damnable tunnel vision of panic.
Collapsing in upon herself, she shut her eyes tight, trying to will the world away, but she couldn't, because she could still see those hollow eyes, and that horrid blood, and she still ached when she thought of the boy, because she couldn't imagine being driven to existing like that instead of living.
She wept, even as the police scene blossomed all around her, enveloped in some cruel cycle of screams and blood. Like a scratched record, that thud, crimson, collapse, agony, all of it was on repeat in her head.
And to think; today had started out as a wonderful day.
Pain exploded along her arm. She would have screamed, but her lips only formed a small 'o' as she stumbled back, handkerchief drifting to the ground. It was a sharp agony that sent slivers of pain along her nerves every time she moved it.
Still, as she fell to her knees, she watched him wordlessly, drowning in her own guilt and self-loathing.
A far cry from the hyperactive and horribly shallow Kei of only twenty minutes ago.
He ran unevenly, and she winced as he fell. She wanted to get up, she wanted to help. But look what her want to 'help' had already done.
Kei shuddered, holding her arm gingerly to her chest, and looked down.
Her carving stared up at her, splattered with a fine spray of blood, staining the half-finished face of a child.
Hollow, empty, red eyes, stared up at her, into her being, and saw what a horrible person she was.
Kei screamed and slapped the carving away, angry tears filling her eyes, even as her arm throbbed painfully and the world dimmed to that damnable tunnel vision of panic.
Collapsing in upon herself, she shut her eyes tight, trying to will the world away, but she couldn't, because she could still see those hollow eyes, and that horrid blood, and she still ached when she thought of the boy, because she couldn't imagine being driven to existing like that instead of living.
She wept, even as the police scene blossomed all around her, enveloped in some cruel cycle of screams and blood. Like a scratched record, that thud, crimson, collapse, agony, all of it was on repeat in her head.
And to think; today had started out as a wonderful day.