Wonderland
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Lucy never had a chance.
She was born into a sick, twisted dystopia – voices, jeering, screaming, pain; blank walls (whitewhitewhite) and hard floors (redredred).
She knew those walls.
She knew those floors.
It had seemed to Lucy as though they were her only friends; two unchanging constants that she walked with, hand-in-hand. The four walls of her bedroom – sat there, oh so innocent, knees tucked under chin and light-pink falling about her face. The clinically sterile floor of the living room, so harsh and cold when she was thrown down, again and again ("freak!") ("weirdo!") ("spazz!").
Hands pushing, grasping, holding – pinning her down.
Hands that could tear and rip and kill – kill anybody, kill everybody. Just like they killed Lucy. Gory walls (redredred) and bloody floors (red, red, so much red…) The corpses kept on bleeding through their mouths, eyes, stomachs and it wouldn't stop, would never stop…
Sanguine fingerprints smeared across her subconscious.
Nyu's birth, however, was clean. Clean as the water she stood (fell, tripped) in – legs weak as a baby deer's.
When she first opened her eyes it was to a kind, beautiful utopia; a literal wonderland brimful with concern, smiles, giggles, love(?); dunes of sand (yellowbrownwhite) and rolling surf (turquoisebluegreen).
She didn't know about the sand.
She didn't know about the sea.
Oftentimes, it was speculated that she didn't know much about anything at all; how to dress, how to eat, how to talk, how to speak. Certainly she did not know of walls and floors, blood and gore, restraints and syringes.
She was the most innocent child of all.
Nyu could live, learn, love and be happy-
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-(but Lucy never had a chance.)
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a.n: i really do love elfen lied :D another drabble.