n1: I should be writing something else. not adding onto the collection of badly written drabbles.
disclaimer: disclaimed.
title: time bomb
Anri's chest felt like exploding.
Guilt flooded into her veins at a rapid pace, a dark creeping feeling. It was like Seika, but at the same time, it wasn't like Seika. She could control Seika, she had some influence over her possession. Anri could influence possession and control.
She couldn't control guilt.
Guilt that was completely and utterly deserved because of her lies. She was a liar, filthy, filthy filthy. Her skin crawled with disgust.
Seika was her and she knew it. Ashamed and full of filth, Anri's eyes were eternally aimed towards the ground. Her eyes could never meet another in order to avoid tainting them with her presence.
Her chest throbbed.
People cared but they didn't care. The relationships around her were waning, Masaomi had vanished into thin air while Mikado was distant.
The throbbing only got worse.
It hurt but it didn't hurt.
This was why Anri remained alone-the pain pressed her body and her mind until she broke. And when she broke- she slashed.
Anri's chest felt like exploding.
And now time was running out.