Hi! This is another Madoka Magica fanfiction. These don't seem to be as popular but I like writing them so I'm going to keep making them. This one is about Sayaka. Some people don't like Sayaka because they think she turned into a witch for a stupid reason, but someone brought up the fact that her story is a bit like the story of rape victims. Not feeling like their bodies should be touched by anyone anymore. I felt that something like what I'm going to write would have helped with this though. I'm also going to mess up the sequence of events just for dramatic effect. This might be what happened in a different timeline.
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Sayaka Miki, justice defending magical girl, stood in her room in silence. What had she just told her friend? It was all a blur now. How could she have said something like, "You could do anything but you won't. You just sit there because it's ok if I'm the one suffering. Don't act like you care, it's obvious you don't." As she was fighting, she had just blocked out the pain. In a second all of the pain that was pouring over her just vanished.
Walking into her kitchen, she picked up a knife from the cabinet and lifted her shirt up. The dark kitchen only heightened the mood as she started trembling, almost setting the knife down but not quite doing that.
*Stab*
Nothing. Just the slight sound of flesh being cut then nothing. No pain, no scream, no tears, just the slight sound and the sight of a butcher knife in her stomach. Reaching down, she tentatively pulled the knife out, not noticing that black was seeping from her soul gem and covering her body.
"Heh… god I just don't feel anything." Then, in a burst of rage and energy she stabbed herself. Again and again. If she just kept doing it then maybe she would be able to feel something. *slice, slice, slice.* Nothing.
"Gah!" One final stab was all it took for her to realize that it was pointless, she would not feel pain in her current body. She let the knife fall to the floor as she healed herself and fixed her shirt.
*crash* the knife collided with the floor.
"I do hope you realize that it is an enormous waste of energy to stab yourself then heal it. If you want to test your healing abilities there are easier ways to accomplish that."
"Kyubey." Sayaka said as she leaned her head to make eye contact with the creature, not moving her body at all. "What do you want."
"I would just like to warn you that it can be dangerous to fight like that. If you don't pay attention to the injuries you receive you may miss an attack to your soul gem and die."
Sayaka turned her head back to the direction her body was facing. "Go away."
"But-"
"Leave!" Kyubey stood up and walked to the windowsill.
"You should be careful though. You might attract attention if you let anyone realize that you can't feel pain." He spoke before disappearing into the darkness.
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"Well then, Sayaka, want to go shopping?" Hitomi asked during a call. Sayaka had not come to school, so she called her. Sayaka assured Hitomi that she was fine now, just not feeling too well that morning.
"Sure!" Sayaka responded with a chirp, hoping to get her mind off everything that had been going on.
"I'll be waiting for you outside, call you when I'm there."
"Ok."
After receiving a call, Sayaka bounced out of her house and met up with Hitomi. Hitomi, wearing a button down fleece jacket, looked at Sayaka's off shoulder top and short skirt.
"Are you sure you should be wearing that? It's almost freezing temperature out here." Hitomi asked concerned for her friend despite the other's assurances that she was fine.
"It is? Oh, I mean yeah, it is. Sorry, I was rushing, just give me a minute to change, ok?" Sayaka said as she ran inside. Once out of sight she clenched her fist and brought her other palm up to look at it. 'I can't feel different temperatures.'
Now that they had settled that, the two girls headed off to the mall. They explored through different outfits before hitomi told Sayaka that she wanted to talk about something at one of the cafe tables.
"So, what did you want to talk about?"
"I want to talk about love."
