Jysella: well I'm back-
Numbuh four: and still ignoring nameless
Jysella: I'm only ignoring nameless because no one bothers to review anything I write!
Numbuh five: and there's probably a reason behind that
Jysella: just what are you insinuating?
Numbuh five: nothing, Numbuh fives just saying that's all
Jysella: sure, whatever, just review, really I'm begging. Oh and I own nothing yada yada yada you know the drill
Audience of delusions: Jysa? Are you all right? That's usually my job
Jysella: not as though anyone cares
Strawberry Fields
She sat in the middle of her room, tears streaming down a face smiles had graced only moments before. Her lips, a pale rose, were chapped and her skin tight from the constant workout they received. Always smiling. Her eyes, almond shaped though they were, sat wide open upon ivory skin; their own deep obsidian staring straight ahead at empty walls.
~~I told you about strawberry fields~~~
The night before, while everyone slept soundly freed from their thoughts, she had torn it down. She had torn all of it down. Not a single, cotton filled, brightly colored, monstrosity remained. She hadn't been able to bear their accusing stares a moment longer. They lay in tatters about her as she sat amidst a pool of their white shredded flesh. Murder though it was her walls, hands, floors and bed remained pristine. Her soul alone betrayed the carnage.
~~You know the place where nothings real~~
Never had she been happy. Never had she been oblivious to the world around. Never had her friends met her. She wanted to leave. Needed to leave. She couldn't leave. The happy child her friends expected suffocated the girl with every second she perpetuated the illusion. The constant flirt who alleviated tension choked her, forced her emotions internal.
~~Well here's another place you can go~~
Inside her room she was safe, safe until they invaded because, of course, she wouldn't mind. No, the girl sitting in piles of cottony blood couldn't mind. She was too happy for anything to bother her, as the tears continued to stream down her face. Yes, she was happy. Eternally happy. Eternally young. Eternally five. And five year olds had no need for privacy.
~~Where everything flows~~
So long had the mirror on her dresser been covered that she hadn't seen the girl she was. She hadn't seen the smiles. Hadn't seen the cheer. Hadn't watched the painful confusion when she knew full well what was occurring. Her image disgusted her, always disgusted her. She never understood the disguise. Never knew the flowers that sprung at her feet. They would wilt if she did.
~~Looking through the bent back tulips~~
Noise cluttered from the hallway outside, thoughts she'd been paying no heed fled; butterflies out her open window that stayed closed against the sunlight. Sunlight that would reject her given the chance. Weeks had passed since she'd last eaten. Hardly more than water passed her fading, chapped, lips. And still they didn't notice. From outside on the narrow strip of rug a small giggle escaped. Ran in its glee to her room before it realized its mistake. Too late, it lay trapped in the barrier of tears shed in the day's first privacy. Too late, the giggle was dead.
~~To see how the other half live~~
Her mind screamed, silently. Her body cried for food. The girl didn't care. For hours now she hadn't moved. Her spider legs remained folded in a position akin to that of a lotus dying. And it had. The fruit of pleasure remained, as it always had, growing dust on her floor, lost in the cascade of fluffy carnage. The lotus had lain for so long, though, collecting its grey medals, that it might have rotted, drawn taught like the girls flesh. Her hands were folded on her lap, creating webs of need in the air. Webs not even her eyes could see, so why should they.
~~Looking through a glass onion~~
"Hey, Numbuh three?" A voice called through the door, contorting to evade the nets of pain, and floodgates of brine that blocked its way. She reached a large sleeve up to raw eye and rubbed them clearer. The pale, drawn face instantly vanishing into cheerful oblivion.
"Hai?" her voice called back, cheerful composing a symphony of joy in the grey, light deprived, room.
"Mission" again the voice bravely avoided sure death on the room's rocky coast; it's barrier between worlds.
"Arigatou shi-kun" she called through the now broken shield.
"What's this?" he asked perplexed pulling fuzz from her shoulder.
"I don't know" she responded smiling as they walked down the light filled giggle haven of a hallway, crystal flowers springing at her feet.
~~I told you about strawberry fields*~~
* The original song doesn't repeat this lyric
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Jysella: oh gods this sucks
Numbuh four: I know,
Jysella: no this really sucks
Numbuh five: we know
Jysella: maybe I'll actually get some flames
Numbuh five: Numbuh five thought flames were bad
Jysella: hey they're reviews at least. Anways, name the song, someone name the song. please?
Audience of delusions: you know no one is going to review
Jysella: yeah, but look I didn't curse for once
Numbuh five: for once
Numbuh four: and still ignoring nameless
Jysella: I'm only ignoring nameless because no one bothers to review anything I write!
Numbuh five: and there's probably a reason behind that
Jysella: just what are you insinuating?
Numbuh five: nothing, Numbuh fives just saying that's all
Jysella: sure, whatever, just review, really I'm begging. Oh and I own nothing yada yada yada you know the drill
Audience of delusions: Jysa? Are you all right? That's usually my job
Jysella: not as though anyone cares
Strawberry Fields
She sat in the middle of her room, tears streaming down a face smiles had graced only moments before. Her lips, a pale rose, were chapped and her skin tight from the constant workout they received. Always smiling. Her eyes, almond shaped though they were, sat wide open upon ivory skin; their own deep obsidian staring straight ahead at empty walls.
~~I told you about strawberry fields~~~
The night before, while everyone slept soundly freed from their thoughts, she had torn it down. She had torn all of it down. Not a single, cotton filled, brightly colored, monstrosity remained. She hadn't been able to bear their accusing stares a moment longer. They lay in tatters about her as she sat amidst a pool of their white shredded flesh. Murder though it was her walls, hands, floors and bed remained pristine. Her soul alone betrayed the carnage.
~~You know the place where nothings real~~
Never had she been happy. Never had she been oblivious to the world around. Never had her friends met her. She wanted to leave. Needed to leave. She couldn't leave. The happy child her friends expected suffocated the girl with every second she perpetuated the illusion. The constant flirt who alleviated tension choked her, forced her emotions internal.
~~Well here's another place you can go~~
Inside her room she was safe, safe until they invaded because, of course, she wouldn't mind. No, the girl sitting in piles of cottony blood couldn't mind. She was too happy for anything to bother her, as the tears continued to stream down her face. Yes, she was happy. Eternally happy. Eternally young. Eternally five. And five year olds had no need for privacy.
~~Where everything flows~~
So long had the mirror on her dresser been covered that she hadn't seen the girl she was. She hadn't seen the smiles. Hadn't seen the cheer. Hadn't watched the painful confusion when she knew full well what was occurring. Her image disgusted her, always disgusted her. She never understood the disguise. Never knew the flowers that sprung at her feet. They would wilt if she did.
~~Looking through the bent back tulips~~
Noise cluttered from the hallway outside, thoughts she'd been paying no heed fled; butterflies out her open window that stayed closed against the sunlight. Sunlight that would reject her given the chance. Weeks had passed since she'd last eaten. Hardly more than water passed her fading, chapped, lips. And still they didn't notice. From outside on the narrow strip of rug a small giggle escaped. Ran in its glee to her room before it realized its mistake. Too late, it lay trapped in the barrier of tears shed in the day's first privacy. Too late, the giggle was dead.
~~To see how the other half live~~
Her mind screamed, silently. Her body cried for food. The girl didn't care. For hours now she hadn't moved. Her spider legs remained folded in a position akin to that of a lotus dying. And it had. The fruit of pleasure remained, as it always had, growing dust on her floor, lost in the cascade of fluffy carnage. The lotus had lain for so long, though, collecting its grey medals, that it might have rotted, drawn taught like the girls flesh. Her hands were folded on her lap, creating webs of need in the air. Webs not even her eyes could see, so why should they.
~~Looking through a glass onion~~
"Hey, Numbuh three?" A voice called through the door, contorting to evade the nets of pain, and floodgates of brine that blocked its way. She reached a large sleeve up to raw eye and rubbed them clearer. The pale, drawn face instantly vanishing into cheerful oblivion.
"Hai?" her voice called back, cheerful composing a symphony of joy in the grey, light deprived, room.
"Mission" again the voice bravely avoided sure death on the room's rocky coast; it's barrier between worlds.
"Arigatou shi-kun" she called through the now broken shield.
"What's this?" he asked perplexed pulling fuzz from her shoulder.
"I don't know" she responded smiling as they walked down the light filled giggle haven of a hallway, crystal flowers springing at her feet.
~~I told you about strawberry fields*~~
* The original song doesn't repeat this lyric
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~***~~~***~~~***~~~
Jysella: oh gods this sucks
Numbuh four: I know,
Jysella: no this really sucks
Numbuh five: we know
Jysella: maybe I'll actually get some flames
Numbuh five: Numbuh five thought flames were bad
Jysella: hey they're reviews at least. Anways, name the song, someone name the song. please?
Audience of delusions: you know no one is going to review
Jysella: yeah, but look I didn't curse for once
Numbuh five: for once