Sorry for any mistakes. I read over this but I had to fix all the italics and such as I went so I was pretty distracted. I'd go back, but I'm thoroughly displeased with technology right now and don't feel like dealing with its bullslag at the moment- I will anyways though, but still. And I apologize for the other chapters. There are so many things that need fixed because of the stupid sites I have to transfer my chapters from. I was going to correct them now but I think if I don't get away from my laptop, that I'm going to throw it out the window for the wind and rain to do as it pleases. Sorry again.
I'm just going to leave these here. I'll probably just do it like this from now on I don't know though:
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Learning designations and junk
Chapter 3 (There's a distinct pause between chapters by the way. Just a random one for now.)
The wind ghosts over the long sleeves of her shirt and across her bared-through-her-jeans knees, showing off the scrapes and bruises most would brush off as her being a kid. The rocky ledge below her beckons her closer tantalizingly. Her Converse-clad feet firmly stay locked in place. Despite the ingrained urge to just let go.
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''Just let go.'' A sickly sweet voice croons in her ear. ''Do it. You know you want to.''
The bond between Mik and her is pounded on relentlessly as the slightly older girl hammers against the wall that'd been drawn up against her and all the others. If not for her safety, then to shield her from the malicious being currently stroking a hand through her ragged blond balls of frizzy spirals. The act done with a false sense of love and care.
''Come on, sweetie.'' That voice continues. ''Just let go. Let it take you. Devour you.'' Their voice changes. Holding a roughed edge much resembling a witches. ''Let them care for you.''
Mik's efforts double. Triple. Quadruple. Until- if she'd been doing so physically- her knuckles turn a forbidden crimson. The very thought nearly causes bile to rise in her throat.
''K!''
She shoots into an upright position with an inaudible gasp, panicked gaze darting around the room in a frenzy. Her fisted hands locked around her blanket shake noticeably. A gale of emotions swirling around her mind until she's forced to yank the oh-so-soft covering over her head, hoping futilely that it'd ward the memories away. Cast them to the far expanse of her cranium. She doesn't succeed.
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Harsh laughter. Surrounding her. Closing her in. Encasing her very being.
''You know you can do it! You've done it before!''
The wall follows her. No matter where she turns. Where she attempts to stray.
''Time and again! You'll do it! FOREVER! And I'll enjoy it! You'll enjoy it! Oh, the visions!''
Blood decorating the walls. The clack of the belt. The gleam of the knife. The plunge. Guffaws. Comfort. Stab. You're so worthless! Stab. Don't listen to them! Stab. Why isn't she dead?
''Do it! Just do it! Do it! I know you can! You know you can! LET GO!''
An agonized wails sounds out across her mind. Seemingly ringing out against the cracks. The slices. The spurts of dark red. All seemingly harmonizing through the room.
''Come, my sweet. Let it happen. All will be well. Forget them. They don't care about you anyways. Just let go.''
The cold metal pressing into her wrists and back. The synchronized voices urging her on. Should she? NO! You have to stay! For them!
''Surrender. It's so easy. Just let go. Please? For me? For us? For you? Come now, dear, just do it!''
NO!
''YES, my dear! Yes!''
Her pillow is crushed over her face. As if that will 'save' her from the evil. Sweat gleams over her concealed body in layers, dripping down to blend into her sheets and soaking into her pillow and blanket.
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''DO IT! PLEASE! For us dear! DOOO IIIITTTTTTTTT!''
The room spins in a dizzying lop side. The walls deteriorating around her. The clutch of their grasp grabs hold of her flesh, bruising the already marred over and over skin.
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''Here's the blade, my dear! We'll even help you! Just one cut! One stab! It'll all be done! Do it! Do it!''
Her own pocket knife- the one Mikaela and Charlie surprised her with on her fourteenth birthday- calls out to her in a demanding plea. The metal pressing into her side from its always-there position. Begging. Pleading. Just jab it in already!
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''DO IT, MY DEAR! Plunge it in! Allow the metal to flow through you! Stab it in! Deep! High! Slow! Do it! DO it! DO IT!''
That wail. It's plagued her for so long. And will for furthermore. It's so annoying. Trying to keep them from her. No. No! Not again!
The barrier hording her restrained emotions at bay bursts open with all the subtly of a bull ramming into a light pole. Her bonds remained clamped closed from a safe lock she'd long since set up, despite four particular ones hammering against her walls in an effort to break in. To comfort her. To save her from the evils of her never-ending past. Though, she doesn't allow them in. Doesn't want them to feel her overwhelming, all encompassing, tide.
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''NO!''
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The bestial supposedly-human shrieks in dismay as she slams the knife into the concrete below her. Blade shattering at the contact to scatter along the concrete floor. A bellow pierces through the air.
The fog clears from her mind slightly. True awareness returns as she darts into a sitting position. Free gasping breaths rock her frame and she finally notices the slick coat clinging to her skin, the moisture doing nothing for her scorching body. Her gaze lands on the sun peeking sheepishly through the disheveled curtains a few feet away.
A hand sweeps over her face as her shoulders sag in exhaustion, a sigh worming through her lips. A jab against her soul garners a wince though. And she then realizes her sealed bonds are being relentlessly pounded against by Mikaela, Barricade, Blackout and Bonecrusher. The flood gates are practically opened as she allows the mental locks to disengage, the woman and mechs shoving through the proverbial doors she leaves between them to bombard her with comfort. Love. We're here.
It's then that her posture completely deflates, face drooping into her palms where she lets out a heart shattering sob. She cries into the end of the bed she'd sometime collapsed into for the rest of the wee hours of the early morning. The memory stays with her the entire time. As it always does. Though, it fades into the background. The beasts of her torture slinking into the shadows and seething over her distorted 'victory'.
Author's Note: Thanks for the views and such by the way guys. I didn't figure very many people would actually like this. But we hit fifty views today! Thank you so much!