It was all predetermined, and nothing could be stopped.
It flowed to the heartbeat of the world.
That time…years ago as a young girl. "It was fate that your mother died." Those were his words. She didn't want to believe or take them to heart. Still she kept them inside as she ran. Her tiny feet carried her down the hallway, breathing hard she halted.
Peering into the gloom, something, or rather someone became noticed. She wished she hadn't laid eyes on it and was frightened. It was like looking in a mirror, except this one made the visage appear so undesirable, so mistaken.
Her eyes broke as tears fell and her tiny body shook. It was as if she was rooted to the spot and her head was unmoved. The image before her beheld her visage, but with no face. A mangled and gaunt mouth was what the little girl's eyes fixed on. Its maw open in a ghastly smile.
Large brown eyes drifted over, to stare at the puppet. It had the same horrendous gaping mouth that dripped with saliva. The curious thing, was the arm of the not-Juri. The yellow thing was a part of her arm. Skin and fabric seemed to mesh as neither part was distinguished.
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Juri's eyes shot open in the darkness of her dank room. Wearing one of her father's shirts to bed she had her legs tucked inside. They had spasmed out, stiff as could be. She wore only the huge shirt because it was comfortable and that was the only reason.
Chest heaving the brunette gripped the sides of her thin sheet curled against her body. Those memories, they should have been buried, and there they were. Resufacing as she had fallen to slumber.
Holding still, she felt cold. The warmth of the room had been sucked away, and her body shivered. Eyes darting around she clutched the sheets closer, slowly drawing the thin security around her head.
"*出て行け…" She breathed, as if her speech could make them leave her head. Still they flooded in, causing her to grip her arms. That seemingly adorable puppet she had kept, its eyes stared at her. Emotionless they gazed at her and her own brown sights were locked on. "出て行け!" She yelled again and gave a groan as if in pain. She was very much on the inside….
Rolling off her muddled bed, her head in disarray, Juri scrambled for the puppet, and tripped over her own feet. Getting to a kneeling position, the girl snatched the puppet and help it close. Though in her memories it had been so ugly, it was her only comfort.
It was fate she lived like this she guessed and had no other thought on the matter. Stroking the head of her dear companion, the brunette felt her stuttering heart start to slow.
Just maybe, she could crawl back in bed and sleep.
Just maybe, she'd be okay in the morning…
Fate determined everything so that was the only truth.
She would hold to that till she died.
* = Deteike - Get Out