Plain, Simple, and in White
A/N: I really hope you guys like it. REALLY, REALLY, REALLY hope you like it. I don't know but it seemed very deep to me…that and the fact that I wrote it. Please review. Because I'm going to delete it.
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"SO what are we here today for", the man, now sitting in a cushioned chair, said. He moved the clipboard to the side of a plague on that said.
"Congratulations Doctor Houston. You have received a High Roll PhD in Psychiatry."
She sat down on the curved chair like bed, continuing by lying down. The curtains were drawn closely, and the blinds of it all were straightened to an angle that only shadows appeared on the surface of all objects. The clock ticked monotonously. Tick, tock, tick, tock, so repetitive that she could not take it anymore. Beads of sweat fumed down into her silk blouse, and she perspired, though the AC was on full blast.
The girl on the chair started shaking feverously. Her hand started moving toward her head. "I heard them again, last night. They were screaming at me. All of them! The voices," the pupils drawn smaller. "THE VOICES" she shrieked. With that she started clutching her temples.
"Okay…………"he started scribbling stuff onto the clipboard. "Now this time………what did they say?" He rested his eyes into a stare with the pained green eyes.
"They told me…………I was Mimiru."
"Hm……..and this doesn't make any sense to you? Who is this Mimiru? Do you know her? Why do YOU think that they told you this?"
She winced at the many questions. The psychiatrist she was seeing had a certain tendency to ask several new questions before she was given the chance to answer the first. She clutched her head, and curled up in a ball. "I don't know…..I DON'T KNOW!"
Without sympathy of any sort, but doing his job, he moved along with disgust and confusion.
"I really don't feel like myself now and days…………everything is maximized"
"How so?" The psychiatrist places his hand on his chin, in theory, thinking.
"It hurts."
The doctor, now moved closer. Swiveling his chair over to her side. Looking at her current status. Sweat drops tilted toward the edges of her face. She seemed shaky in a bit. He called upon her name for about 5 minutes, the most. It seemed useless. Instead he went back to his desk, reached inside the drawer and drew out a bottle of pills. "I can only prescribe for you, sedatives. Not everyday. But when you're feeling, exciting, or feel you need to act upon a gesture." He put that into a white bag.
"Anything else?" He asked, finishing up, and pulling out a scroll of papers.
"No……….nothing else." Her eyes closed automatically. She sighed in relief that it was over……for now.
"Good. Here's your bills." He handed her the thick package of papers hanging on by a large paperclip. It was jotted with obscene numbers.
She let out a short, "hm." And let it go to waste when she took in the papers. When she had gotten up, he began opening up the curtains and twisting the blinds for light to shine in. It had blinded her momentarily. Quickly she fled the room, moist in the mix of salty water.
Her subconscious laid her heavily, since she had told him a lie. She had something other. Something that occurred in her *dream* of some sort. She was dressed in her Swordswoman outfit, as she had done years ago. She carried her sword, bulky, and fresh with metal. Her auburn brown hair shined brightly against the fantasy sun. Tsukasa ran up to her and embraced the digital character. It felt so real, yet so Fake. It was like she never heard anything. Just felt so……………loved.
He had opened his mouth. But nothing came out. Something he said made her feel burdened. Something that he mouthed made it seem like…………. He was back.
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When she walked home, the girl in IRL that played Mimiru left the bills and pills alone trashing them into the garbage can near her bedroom door. She opened a bottle from a shortly unlocked cabinet in the guest hall. The label was "Vodka". Plain, simple and in white. A shot glass was sitting on her table, crusty from previous usage. She poured the vodka in, and it dully tingled against the glass. Just as she reached for the shot glass, slowly her eyes edged toward a head piece lying there on the ground. The wire was disconnected form the computer line. Rust started forming on the edges of the keyboard that was tossed elsewhere as well.
Wholeheartedly she refused to look at it anymore. As she did so, she felt a source magnetism drawing her nearer to the items. Instead she was forced to drink frantically at the vodka. As time passed…………….tick, tock, tick, tock. The vodka was down to an inch toward the bottom. She sole frankly lied in bed. The pictures rotated and danced around her.
On the wall was a taped picture of the girl Mimiru. The one she used to play online in The World.
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Distracting.
Reacting.
It's like a self control I fear is never ending.
It's haunting
How I can't seem…
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
Her hands pulsated. She got up from her bed, rolling over to the computer screen. The keyboard was straightened up. The mouse connected to the tower. Wires plugged into the phone jack. All that was left was the head piece on the ground. her fingers nimbly lifted the head piece up by steps. The girl in IRL form knew what she had to do now……… "World….here I come"
Her head snapped back from the game gear.
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The warp to The World digitalized her character into the virtual being Mimiru. Golden ring surrounded her at arrival. The Chaos Gate looked so foreign to her. Changes were made too many stands. The weaponry had low leveled weapons for the many newbies that came on. At the time of her arrival, several other copycat role-players logged in. Barbarians, sorcerers, and assassins were amongst the crowds.
For this, it angered her. Too many changes. Too far of time for her to catch up on. Too many people staring at her. Her character is old. No one uses it anymore. No one. Her first reaction was to scowl at them. Then flip them off.
She wanted to find Bear……but……he's probably dead now? Mimiru didn't bother to find B.T. most likely she would have been a past of her memory. She wanted to find him. But where to start? There was over a trillion addresses on the net, perhaps more than that. None the one with him in most likely.
But she was determined so to find him…………and find out.
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Heavy rings surrounded her, and she was in The cave. When she first met Tsukasa. Behind the corner of the final treasure she was located. When she turned around to go seek the treasure………no one was there. No Tsukasa. No first meeting. As she walked over to the treasure, sulkily Mimiru sank to the floor, placing her head gently on the treasure. "Then why did I go back?" she asked herself. Why? Her eyes transfixed onto the ceiling in memory.
"Looks like someone made it here before me"
The sorcerer looked confused, and befuddled by her approach. "Hmm……there aren't many of you guys now and days. An staff eh?"
He took a step back when she kept making factions toward his character, when really he didn't know so much as anything toward it. "Oof! Sorry. Hi, I'm Mimiru!" she stuck out her hand expecting a reply.
"Hmph," with that he took out a warper necklace and golden rings surrounded him to another location. It didn't matter where………just not with her.
Her eyes broke away from the ceiling and closed to relieve the stress the memory had put on her. "Why did you leave me Tsukasa?" She wished she could hear a reply. But in the silence only her soft crying could be heard. The tears dropped idly down her chin, and pelted onto the ground. Her heavy-blade dropped to the ground with a loud clang.
"I didn't leave you," she heard from inside the echoes of the cave.
Quickly she rushed to the supposedly place she heard that from. But all she saw was two characters arguing.
"BUT I DIDN'T LEAVE YOU! YOU LEFT ME"
"I HAD TO FACE THAT MONSTER ALL BY MYSELF!" both voices started to drown away as they had seen Mimiru eavesdropping. Both characters had left, leaving her to silence again.
She let out a sigh. This time in pity that she had been fooled by her fantasies. She turned around……and her face froze. Something lit and she wanted to say something to jog it.
"I didn't leave you." In front of her---
"Tsukasa? ……..TSUKASA!" quickly she inched toward him in an embracing hug. "how! You! Tsukasa……" her lips parted……… and dipped in for a kiss. Like she had wished……a kiss………..from the one she loved
When she released her locked arms around him, she looked at him adoringly. "Tsukasa, I need to tell you: I love yo—"
Shhhhhh……………………….he said in reply. And held a finger to her lips. "I want you to know something….."
Her eyes opened and her lips waited for him to say something back. When his lips departed to say it, her face fell.
"This is not real."
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A/N: Jeez………..I really am a crappy writer. How crappy you ask? Let me count the ways..................................1………2…….3…….. (five hours later) two-thousand, one hundred and thirty two. Two thousand, one hundred and thirty three…………(etc, etc.) I hope SOMEONE (echoes in the cave) likes it!!! Review please. And hopefully I plan to not do a dance…………like so: (does the Macarena).
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