Hello………?
Is there anyone there…?
Will anyone listen to my story …? The story of a poor miserable little witch who rejected fate…?
In the end…
FATE REJECTED ME
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Nothing. She was surrounded by a big mass of nothing. The nothingness blinded her, so she closed her eyes. But when she closed her eyes she saw each of their faces…etched behind her lids in the permanent ink of memory…
Her face was the same as it had been yesterday…and the day before, and the year before and the decade before…or at least, that's what she imagined it to be. The truth was she didn't know. She didn't know just how long she had been in this pit of overwhelming blackness…
What was happening now? Outside?
What was happening? What did she miss…?
These questions remained unanswered as she simply floated limply in black nothingness, suspended…cast out of the wheel which was time and space.
She was nowhere, at no time, no one, in no place.
NOTHING.
NOTHING.
NOTHING.
NOTHING.
She opened her mouth to scream, but not a sound was made. She tried in desperation to wind her slender fingers around her own throat and pull and tug and snap! Yes surely then, in death she could escape? But no.
Her hand's passed through her.
She had no form.
No voice.
So…like a blind little mouse, suffocating under layers and layers of mattress she lay, without even a cat to put an end to her suffering. That was the price fate had demanded of her, when she had so courageously and so foolishly rejected it. Fate…it had rejected her.
It had rejected her existence.
She…had been erased from the face of the universe, from the minds and hearts of those whose faces now taunted her, etched within her skull, always beyond the reach of her phantom hands…
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My name is Himiko.
Just Himiko.
I am not a servant of the Ushiyorima household.
I am not a member of the Ushiyorima family.
But I can tell you this…on Rokkenjima, unfortunate human beings had been gathered together for the sake of being offered as sheep to the slaughter for my dear Beatrice.
There were eighteen in total.
But this was not true.
I am the nineteenth person on Rokkenjima Island on October 5, 1986.
(Ok, so here was the prologue, I'm just going to take my time on this, so it comes out as genius hopefully. ^-^ Reviews are most welcome, and in fact they'd make my day. Before we get any further however, this is basically what Himiko looks like… not my picture though…
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