Disclaimer:
I don't own Trigun, but I wish I did. Oh well ::Sighs::
AN:
Wow, writing that chapter was so hard; I never realized that writing a story is that hard. Even if it IS hard, it actually kinda fun. I also realized that nobody is reading my story, and that I am actually talking to myself, cool. (Well at least 2 people read my story)
This time, I get to thank another person (who actually read my story). ::Hooray:: I would like to thank 'xlx_vash_xlx', and all the other little people I had to step on. (I didn't step on anyone actually…LOL…)
Chapter Two: To Escape
That night, Milly stayed back at the shop to help Mr. Alexander, close down, and clean up the shop. While Milly was gone, Meryl was left to cook dinner.
After cooking the rice, she began to cook the main course, stir fried chicken. While cutting the chicken, Meryl's hand slipped accidentally cutting her palm. In shock, she watched, as a sticky, red liquid, began to travel down her arm and drip steadily on the counter. In amazement she felt no pain, but a sensation of freedom, a feeling of escape. Savoring the moment, she let her blood continue to flow.
Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door, so she quickly bandaged up her hand, and went to the door. When she reached the door, she slightly fixed herself to look presentable, and slowly opened the door. Standing outside was Milly carrying 3 big bags full of groceries.
"Hi Meryl, I'm home."
"Oh welcome home, Milly. Sorry I didn't answer the door right away, I was busy."
"Thanks ok." Milly said as she placed the food on the kitchen table.
"Oh yeah, Milly. I started to cook dinner, why don't you wash up while I finish it."
"Ok Meryl"
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"Milly, dinner's ready."
As Meryl readied the table, she heard a 'thud…thud' noise signaling that her friend was coming down.
"Gee Meryl, thanks for the dinner."
"Your very much welcome, it's the least thing I could do for a friend." Meryl said as she smiled.
As dinner progressed, silence filled the room, making it feel eerie, almost unnatural. Glancing down and seeing Meryl's injured hand Milly asks what happened. In reply, she said that it was all an accident. After the question, silence continued till the end of dinner.
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After dinner was over, Meryl started to wash the plates and utensils.
Saying that she needed to get a good sleep, and go to work early, Milly brushed her teeth, and went straight to bed.
While washing the dishes, Meryl wanted to experience the sensation of being free again. She retrieved the same knife; she accidentally cut herself with, sharpened it, and dragged the blade across her forearm. She watched as a thin line of red followed the blade. Grinning with the feeling of satisfaction, she raised the blade once again and dragged the blade over the same cut. Blood began to freely flow out of the wound, making a faint dripping noise as it cascades down into the sink. After a few moments of satisfaction, she began to rinse the extra blood, from her arm.
Meryl had found out that as much as she enjoyed the feeling of being free, she had to experience of feeling pain while washing her wound. Knowing that if the cut is not cleaned it can become infected, she had no other choice than to clean and bandage her wound.
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After Meryl was done, she quietly changed her clothes, trying not the wake her friend. Once she was done, she walked into her bathroom, and began to brush her teeth. Also once done, she slips into her bed, and falls into a blissful sleep, she hadn't had in a long time.
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AN:
Will that's the end of Chapter 2, I hope you enjoyed it… well actually more in finding it interesting. Don't forget to 'review'. If you have any ideas. I'm willing to use them, so send some if you have any.
Much Mahaloz (Thanks),
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