Maria
" It was a dream ," The lie falls from my lips , while climbing down the shaking fire escape of a crumbling building .
Darkness had died with the sight of a cobweb covered popcorn painted ceiling.
The phantom of a dream had dropped my limp form on a dirty mattress and left without a word .
Which is fine for a sister that never existed.
The sunlight was just slipping between the graffiti tattered brick structures .
School will be starting soon and dry blood clung to my clothes.
" It was just a fucking dream ," I growled, ingoring the fact that the silver mask was no where in sight .
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" That guy was a complete bore ," The queen bee complains to her mindless court while stirring her cold slop of rice about .
" Least the dress wasn't a complete bore ," Hana grinned over at me , with a glow of honest gratitude haunting it .
I smiled back and lightly commented that there was a book that was calling my name in the library.
She waved me away with a light hearted tease that I better not become a bore to .
Her court giggled and my cheeks bleed rosey with false embarrassment.
Instead my feet determined that something in the bathroom was calling my name.
My fist was raised to punch the mirrors to shards when a voice asked if I was stupid… foolish.
" Its just a fucking dream ," I whispered and the voice asked if I was okay.
The chubby girl stood in the doorway of the bathroom.
In my fucking way …
My elbows dug into her rib cage as I charged past her .
Her head slammed into the mental door frame,a whine of pain crawled from the depths of her pig-like stomach .
" Mind your own business ," I snarled down at her .
Blood began to bubble from the fresh cut on her forehead.
I turned away from her then .
The demon was quickly rising up to possess me .
My arms were crossed and my nails were clawing into that skin.
" Really hope everything works out for you ," The chubby girl chirped, with all the happiness and truth that had been strangled out of my life .
" Thanks , Kaori Mado ," I said , letting my apology be allowing her name to fall from my lips .
Then I was running and running and running.
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" Eat ," Mama told the frowning Yoriko who looked at her offering of food with a wrinkled nose .
With a sigh Mama tried yet again to order my little sister to eat .
She dropped her chopsticks and shook her head .
" Please ," Mama finally resorted to begging, her eyes all the while chasing mine until I tossed the bowl onto the ground.
" Face it you suck at cooking… even the little brat knows it ," I growled rising from my seat .
Yoriko eyes are flooded with tears and she spits ," I's not stupid sissy !"
Her little chin is wobbling and my hand is throwing a full cup of tea onto the wooden floor.
" Stop ," Mama …. No Yoriko's mama screams.
" I'm so sorry."
Then the front door is slamming shut behind my fleeing form .
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" Let's work on the psychology project now ," I chirped with a strained toothy grin upon bumping into the murderous nerd just a block away from the school.
" Like maybe I was thinking we could try to interview some of your little co-workers ," my voice was flooding by with enough speed to give a poor cheetah whiplash .
" Why is there dirt all over your uniform ," Arima inquired, pulling a twig out of my hair .
" Have you ever heard of camping ," I growled , slapping the boy's hand away when he returned to pull a bundle of weeds from my dark bird's nest .
" Well remember a brush next time ," Arima muttered, turning around on his heel and strolling the way from which he came .
I shadowed his form , staring down that guitar case with a shiver racing down my spine .
Wonder if he would keep me around as a weaponized corpse ?
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" Kishou , would you want to watch Empire Strikes Back ," I inquired when the front desk lady told us that we could waltz through the RC scan gate .
" Maybe , " Arima breathed out before pushing me through the scanner.
The world does not end .
No alarms of damnation cry out for the blood of a ghoul .
I land on my side , scraping up the side of my skirt on the tiles.
A Green glare stares up into the cold silver ones of death .
" That was just rude ," I growled and a phantom form of a smirk flashes across the young reaper's face .
I attempt to climb to my feet but a ripping sound of tearing fabric stills my motions .
My hands hold my skirt together the best they can .
Blush dyes my face red and my throat seems to constrict.
" Give me your fucking coat … sir ," I yelled to a approaching investigatior through gritted teeth.
If only I could run away … oh how I wish to die !
The murderous nerd yanked the cream fabric coat from off the shoulders of the slow moving investigator.
Heavy fabric encompassed my face soon after .
I released a deep breath sending the coat above my mouth floating upward in a balloon like shape.
" Has anyone ever told you that your just so fucking muderable ," The statement falls out , while fashioning the coat around my waist to resemble a dress.
The ripped skirt is lost to my hands grip.
It's left to pool around my feet , that were just wishing to run .
So run and run they did .