Hey, its animecrazyfangirl101 and my first chapter. Wow this is my first time writing in the internet, anyway hope u all enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach D: 'le gasp!' *goes and starts crying in her little emo corner*
Darkness, that's what engulfed Orihime's mind, her soul, her "room", which really wasn't a room for her anyways. What it really was, was a prison cell, it even had bars attached to the windows. The darkness and the tight space in the room made her feel like they were slowly starting to close in on Orihime. Four months she was trapped inside this "room".
Her skin has gone paler, and the shine in her eyes that once were shining like the sun, now were as dull as a penny, and of course, from not practicing her power at all in her time in this world she was forcibly taken in, her powers have weakened.
'How am I ever going to ever going to be strong enough to stand by Ichigo's side now?' she thought in despair. 'Ichigo …' she thought in even more despair now.
The anxiety of knowing whether her friends were alright or not was killing Orihime. She missed every single one of their company. The hours of being alone was just not meant for Orihime to ever get used to. She was used to being surrounded by the people she cared very deeply about. The only company she had now was with the espada, whose name she thinks is Ulquiorra, since she heard other espada's address him that way, that came here to give her the food. Not even a hello. Twenty minutes later, he would come back to get the tray. Not even a good bye. He would only state that he would be coming back to give her lunch or give her dinner. That "company" wasn't enough for Orihime. She needed people to talk to, and a nice, cozy home, of course with a bright room. She was always attracted to the nice, warm, brightness, not the grim, bleak darkness.
All this anguish, pain, and loneliness were all too much for Orihime. She could not take it anymore. Her last strands of sanity were slowly starting to leave her. Then, all of a sudden, she snapped. Orihime stood up from the chair she was sitting on, went to the wall, and started smashing her head against the wall, hard.' I'm sorry Ichigo, I'm sorry Rukia, I'm sorry every one. I guess I was never really strong at all,' she thought, which only made her smash her head harder against the cold, unforgiving wall.
What felt like eternity for Orihime was really just seven minutes. Since she was smashing her head so unbelievingly hard, her blood had stained the wall. Of course she couldn't feel anything; Orihime only felt numbness through her whole entire body. 'Why can't I just die already? Am I even to weak to kill myself?' she thought in anger to herself.
Suddenly, Orihime felt two cold, strong hands firmly wrap around her shoulders, twisting her around, but at that very moment from stopping her from what she was doing made her feel the full impact of what she wasn't feeling moments ago.
The pain and loss of blood was too much for Orihime's body to bear, so it started going to a deep, unconscious, sleep. The last thing Orihime's eyes saw was a pair of two emotionless, dead looking, green orbs, looking, as if, they were staring past her eyes, and in to the depths of her soul.
WHEW, im finally done with the first chapter! 100 points go to animecrazyfangirl101!!! i hope i didn't make orihime OOC... anyways, i hope u all enjoyed now, pwetty pweese reveiw my story...OR I'LL EAT UR SOUL!! ;)