Twisted Circle
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Everything's hazy. I....i can't remember. But I can feel it, its all here. Burning withing in me. Screaming. IT HURTS!!!!!! Make it go away. Please, I'll beg. Stop it. Tears fall....what does that matter? It'll end....soon. So soon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sweet gentle child. Those were the words that described her best. But it changed, Somewhere along the line....things had become muddled. She was meant for more. She wasn't supposed to be the sidekick with the camera, the happy one with the true face of sorrow. The message never met the fates and the fates never understood that she was not a star or a planet but infact a sun. She burnt with such an intensity. Giving life and hope to all those around her. She shouldn't have given away the life and hope so easily though, because that life and hope was her own. If she gave till nothing was left....she'd have no reason. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She didn't know why she grabbed that knife. But she had to get away from it all. The pain and suffering. They were all leaving her. Sakura had Li now, her mother was getting married and she was all by herself. The lone one without a heart. And so she cut. Tiny nicks in her pale white skin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Then later she got over Sakura, she forgot,as people do over time. But the sense of rejection was something that had scared her phychological ego. Then he came. With his depth and understanding. And she felt that he cared. TRUELY cared and understood. Soon she was so in love, that the stars seemed to dim in comparison to his aura. So she told him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Eriol-kun?" Tomoyo's face flushed crimson. "Hai" he smiled kindly. She bit her lip and smiled timidly. "Aishiteru" Eriol turned pink and shook his head frantically. "No, Tomoyo, stop being silly." Tomoyo's smile faded. Suddenly the rose she held in her hand didn't seem as soft, and the thorns seemed sharper. "Nani? I'm not being silly, I love you!" Eriol shook his head. "Tomoyo......I'll sorry.....I wish.....I....I love Kaho" There was an uncomfortable silence. Eriol squirmed uncomfortably. "Gomen Tomoyo...I wish that.." Tomoyo silenced him with a hand, her features pallid. "I understand Eriol" He opened his mouth again but she shook her head. Then she turned and drifted of into the night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So here she was once more. The knife cold in her grip. It seemed so smooth as she ran it along her wrist. She couldn't feel the pain. Everything seemed so numb already. Crimson blood welted and splashed on the tiled floor and carpet. As she sat on the floor waiting to die a childrens nursery song came to her. Softly she sang:
Shia wa senara te o ta ta ko Shia wa senara te o ta ta ko Shia wa senara ta ida de shi nu so yo Hora mi na de o te o ta ta ko.
It was ironic that she should sing a song about being happy and clapping when she was dying from slashed wrists. Should she be thinking about life? About dying? About WHY she did it? No. She couldn't bring herself to. It would be better this way. No one would care, no one would notice she wasn't there. Blood seemed to be everywhere. Soaking the floor and walls. There was so much. A small smile flickered on her features. It didn't matter any more. None of it. It was all over. She started losing conciousness. She felt like laughing, giggling and soaring. She was free............................................almost. TBC?
*Ohayo!!! Hopefully this will turn up without the html! Gomen bout that!* OWARI!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Everything's hazy. I....i can't remember. But I can feel it, its all here. Burning withing in me. Screaming. IT HURTS!!!!!! Make it go away. Please, I'll beg. Stop it. Tears fall....what does that matter? It'll end....soon. So soon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sweet gentle child. Those were the words that described her best. But it changed, Somewhere along the line....things had become muddled. She was meant for more. She wasn't supposed to be the sidekick with the camera, the happy one with the true face of sorrow. The message never met the fates and the fates never understood that she was not a star or a planet but infact a sun. She burnt with such an intensity. Giving life and hope to all those around her. She shouldn't have given away the life and hope so easily though, because that life and hope was her own. If she gave till nothing was left....she'd have no reason. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She didn't know why she grabbed that knife. But she had to get away from it all. The pain and suffering. They were all leaving her. Sakura had Li now, her mother was getting married and she was all by herself. The lone one without a heart. And so she cut. Tiny nicks in her pale white skin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Then later she got over Sakura, she forgot,as people do over time. But the sense of rejection was something that had scared her phychological ego. Then he came. With his depth and understanding. And she felt that he cared. TRUELY cared and understood. Soon she was so in love, that the stars seemed to dim in comparison to his aura. So she told him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Eriol-kun?" Tomoyo's face flushed crimson. "Hai" he smiled kindly. She bit her lip and smiled timidly. "Aishiteru" Eriol turned pink and shook his head frantically. "No, Tomoyo, stop being silly." Tomoyo's smile faded. Suddenly the rose she held in her hand didn't seem as soft, and the thorns seemed sharper. "Nani? I'm not being silly, I love you!" Eriol shook his head. "Tomoyo......I'll sorry.....I wish.....I....I love Kaho" There was an uncomfortable silence. Eriol squirmed uncomfortably. "Gomen Tomoyo...I wish that.." Tomoyo silenced him with a hand, her features pallid. "I understand Eriol" He opened his mouth again but she shook her head. Then she turned and drifted of into the night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So here she was once more. The knife cold in her grip. It seemed so smooth as she ran it along her wrist. She couldn't feel the pain. Everything seemed so numb already. Crimson blood welted and splashed on the tiled floor and carpet. As she sat on the floor waiting to die a childrens nursery song came to her. Softly she sang:
Shia wa senara te o ta ta ko Shia wa senara te o ta ta ko Shia wa senara ta ida de shi nu so yo Hora mi na de o te o ta ta ko.
It was ironic that she should sing a song about being happy and clapping when she was dying from slashed wrists. Should she be thinking about life? About dying? About WHY she did it? No. She couldn't bring herself to. It would be better this way. No one would care, no one would notice she wasn't there. Blood seemed to be everywhere. Soaking the floor and walls. There was so much. A small smile flickered on her features. It didn't matter any more. None of it. It was all over. She started losing conciousness. She felt like laughing, giggling and soaring. She was free............................................almost. TBC?