I have returned once more to burn your minds with my writing! This is just stress relief for me, so don't judge it too harshly. And I don't know if there was ever a real character called C to exist in Another Note or not, so I'm just gonna throw in my charrie and pretend I've never heard of this person called C. Enjoy!
I do not own DN.
CopyCat- The Tales of C
Strapped down to the table, the young woman screamed repeatedly. There were no real words in the sound, just pointless noise. She had been doing this for days now, shrieking until her voice went out or they drugged her.
The door to her cell opened, the endless white of her room broken for a moment by a glimpse of the hallway. The nurse walked up quickly, a needle in her hand. It was sedation this time. She didn't struggle when the attendant pressed the needle into her arm through the jacket. These days, the only peace she had was when she was sleeping. She closed her eyes, letting the drug and memories lull her to sleep.
Calico Roseberriae -now known as Copy, or just C- stepped into the extensive building with nervous glances in every direction and shuffling steps that she stumbled over constantly. Watari, the kindly-looking older gentleman who had brought her this far, said his farewells and turned to leave. Copy looked back at him, slightly panicked, but showing no sign of it other than her usual doe-eyed look.
"Why are you leaving?" She asked as the door shut behind him. He didn't hear and she was left alone in this new place. She turned back, glancing around. Did that man, the one who was so nice and calm, just leave her here with no one to help her. She found her attention pulled to one of the children nearby, a dark headed boy about her age, maybe a bit older. He was staring at her- or more correctly, the space above her head. His eyes were the color of blood.
Just as she realised this -prehaps for the hundreth or maybe thousandth time-, her eyes snapped open and the wailing came again. "Beyond!" Her eyes were pressed shut tightly with the force of her cries, her voice as loud as she could make it. Maybe, somehow, if she could be loud enough to reach the outside world, even heaven or hell themselves, he would hear and come back for her. He would return and make all this pain stop. One way or another.
Another nurse, or maybe the same one, came and administered another dose. This time, C fell into unconsciousness without her memories to make her smile.