Confidential Confessions: First and Last Time

by reminiscent-afterthought

[Confidential Confessions] The first time they thought about crossing that fine line sometimes they hadn't even realised they'd crossed...and that last, sometimes beyond a point they could return from, and sometimes just inside of it...

1. Manatsu: First Time

A/N: Written for the Mega Prompts Challenge, word prompts #024 – black.

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Confidential Confessions: First and Last Times

(Story 1: The Door)
1. Manatsu, First Time

It really didn't hurt.

Blood was pouring from her wrist: running down her arm and dripping on to the floor. But it didn't hurt. Not even the tiniest bit.

The world simply grew fuzzy. The frustration, the anger – they all seeped out of her. All of it…the too bright colours, the too sharp voices, that fluttering inside her chest…all of it just poured out in those little droplets and fell on to the carpet and left a slowly growing black behind.

Her mother was panicking, but Manatsu found she wasn't worried at all. She wasn't hurting anyway. Just falling asleep.

That was fine. That was how she wanted it. Die before she could hurt. Before she could regret. Before this outflow of emotions stopped and the inflow began. Before she could be stopped.