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Pain. Pain is all I felt, cold and unfriendly against my bare skin. The world seemed to have stopped, frozen in time as I lay on the ground. No one was coming. No one cared enough to come anyway. The pain of it all, how I wished it would just let me die already. But no, and I felt the numbness in my legs slowly dispersing. Slowly opening my eyes, I felt a presence watching me. When I was sure I could turn my head without breaking another bone, I looked. Road sat there, staring at me with a peculiar look in her eyes. It was almost…pitying. She didn't say anything, just sat there. After what seemed like an agonizing hour to me, she finally moved. She rose, and walked away. Just walked away.
I felt something break, and I lost it. I began to sob, just outright bawl. Even Road, the one who apparently loved me, didn't care enough to stay. What was I joking myself? I was a freak, a monster who didn't deserve to be around people like Lenalee, who didn't have to fake their smiles. After having finally accepted myself, something like this had to happen. They left me here to die, after I had desperately fought my way through the cloud in my mind, the one of the Fourteenth, the one bent on destroying them. My sadness seemed to tighten its grip on my heart, and then just left. I began to hate it all. I hate them. I hate me. I hate what I have become. Most of all, I hate the fact that even in my near death state, I can still pity myself. Why should I? I deserved all this, all the pain, all the betrayal. No one cared for a broken body like mine, one with a soul that didn't even belong to me. It belonged to the Fourteenth, the reason behind all of this, the reason why I lie here now; just having been condemned to death by the very ones I had grown to love at the Order. No longer would I see their faces after returning from a mission, their faces after I whipped them at poker, and their faces when we shared a smile and a happy moment. No more of those. Now, only faces of anger, faces filled with hurt and betrayal, faces that made me want to die. Why didn't I? Why couldn't I die? Please, just end this. End this pain, greater in the soul than in the body. Let them see how I loved them. Let them see how they hurt me. Just let me pass on to the place we all know I am going. Hell.
My eyes had found their way closed by this point, and the distant sounds of battles unknown disappeared. It was time. The scorching fire, burning pain in my body slowly began to fade into the background I no longer cared for. All I knew was I was finally done. Done running, done hiding, done acting, done loving. I was home, back to the only place I belonged, with the only one I felt anything but contempt for.
Mana….