A/N: Yeah, it's the dreaded OC fic. Honesty hour: I've never written fanfiction before. Oh, I've written a decent amount, but always my own ideas, my own world. Now, being the twisted soul that I am, after watching the anime I cannot get this show out of my head and I really really wanted to write something set in so freakish a place. I hope you enjoy this! This likely veers into AU territory, but not too dissimilar, and hopefully all the canon characters sound like themselves! Please tell me your thoughts, especially constructive criticism! Nothing helps improve writing more, and hey, fooling around in someone else's universe is an ideal place for some growth. Also, please note each chapter/section starts with a timeframe and a line from the opening-I wrote the lyrics as I heard it, so there may be small inaccuracies. Well, onto the show!
Six months prior to Ganta's arrival...
Think I've thrown off reason and reality...
Shina lay restrained in her hospital bed, open eyes staring at nothing. The memories kept coming, just wouldn't cease no matter how hard she tried. Of Wes, his still form on the ground, unmoving as blood pooled beneath him. The flash of the knife as it drove repeatedly into his chest. Him dead because he was trying to defend her...only for Shina to be accused of his murder.
There wasn't anything she could do to prove it hadn't been her. The knife had only her prints, her blood on the handle and his on the blade. The man, the one who had cornered her in the alleyway, was wearing gloves...and his grinning face made it all too clear he knew exactly what he was doing. Sentencing Shina to a life of death.
Her lawyer stood uselessly by as she was paraded into court, silent as the evidence piled against her. Did nothing as the 17-year-old was tried as an adult. Did nothing as the verdict was read out: she was to be imprisoned in Deadman Wonderland until its games killed her. As soon as the stitches across her collarbone were removed and her snapped femur was healed, she would be sent there never to see freedom again. Her tears had run out a few hours ago, only the occasional tremor passing through her body any indication of the sheer terror encompassing her.
And not a single person left in her life to give a single shit what happened to her.