Notes: Thoughts encased in: ~ thought ~
Hiead had been walking around the halls of G.O.A. so he could have some peace and quiet while not being cooped up in his room. When he looked up he noticed he was in the girls' hallway, a few feet from Ikhny's door. Slightly curious, he crept over to the threshold and pressed his ear to the thin metal. There was a definite sniffling noise coming from inside the room, which could be nothing else besides Ikhny crying.
A strange urge swelled within him, to let himself in and to comfort her. Scolding himself for his own thoughts, he shook off the feeling and continued past her door.
~ Emotions are a weakness. She should deal with her problems, and you should not get involved. ~
The weeks that came and went all seemed the same to Ikhny. They would train and she would repair. She would go about her duties as if a zombie, because that is what she felt like most of the time. The only person that seemed to notice the listlessness in the brunette was Kizna.
She would ask Ikhny, "Is anything the matter? You feeling ok?"
To which she would reply oblivious to her friend's concern, "I'm fine. Just tired today."
One night Ikhny broke down. It had been a particularly bad day filled with Hiead's insults, Azuma's attitude, and difficult repairs to the Pro Ing. Immediately after entering her room she fell down on her bed sobbing.
She cried for many reasons. The mistakes she had made, Hiead's persistent hostility, and most of all because of her loneliness. She felt unloved and unwanted.
She questioned herself. ~ Do I have anything to live for? If no one here cares, if I can't possibly have Hiead's love, then why do I sit here and make myself deal with it?~
Ikhny wanted to feel anything but the melancholy and pain. In her frustration she dug her nails into the skin of her right hand. She looked at the half-moon marks and thought, ~This feels kinda good. ~
Without really thinking about it she reached into her night stand drawer and pulled out a standard issue utility knife. She passed over the can opener, the scissors, and the tweezers for the blade. Resting it on her lap, she flipped it open to stare at it. Hesitantly she brought the sharp edge down upon her inner elbow. She pressed it into her flesh, dragging it over her forearm and halfway to her wrist. The shallow cut bled and it was as if the anguish oozed out of her with the spilt blood.
Ikhny focused on the sting of the wound and it strangely enough lessened her frustration. Afterwards she went into the bathroom and ran water on the cut until it ceased to bleed. She went to bed without all the questioning that usually prevented relaxation. Within minutes she was sleeping.
Hiead had been walking around the halls of G.O.A. so he could have some peace and quiet while not being cooped up in his room. When he looked up he noticed he was in the girls' hallway, a few feet from Ikhny's door. Slightly curious, he crept over to the threshold and pressed his ear to the thin metal. There was a definite sniffling noise coming from inside the room, which could be nothing else besides Ikhny crying.
A strange urge swelled within him, to let himself in and to comfort her. Scolding himself for his own thoughts, he shook off the feeling and continued past her door.
~ Emotions are a weakness. She should deal with her problems, and you should not get involved. ~
The weeks that came and went all seemed the same to Ikhny. They would train and she would repair. She would go about her duties as if a zombie, because that is what she felt like most of the time. The only person that seemed to notice the listlessness in the brunette was Kizna.
She would ask Ikhny, "Is anything the matter? You feeling ok?"
To which she would reply oblivious to her friend's concern, "I'm fine. Just tired today."
One night Ikhny broke down. It had been a particularly bad day filled with Hiead's insults, Azuma's attitude, and difficult repairs to the Pro Ing. Immediately after entering her room she fell down on her bed sobbing.
She cried for many reasons. The mistakes she had made, Hiead's persistent hostility, and most of all because of her loneliness. She felt unloved and unwanted.
She questioned herself. ~ Do I have anything to live for? If no one here cares, if I can't possibly have Hiead's love, then why do I sit here and make myself deal with it?~
Ikhny wanted to feel anything but the melancholy and pain. In her frustration she dug her nails into the skin of her right hand. She looked at the half-moon marks and thought, ~This feels kinda good. ~
Without really thinking about it she reached into her night stand drawer and pulled out a standard issue utility knife. She passed over the can opener, the scissors, and the tweezers for the blade. Resting it on her lap, she flipped it open to stare at it. Hesitantly she brought the sharp edge down upon her inner elbow. She pressed it into her flesh, dragging it over her forearm and halfway to her wrist. The shallow cut bled and it was as if the anguish oozed out of her with the spilt blood.
Ikhny focused on the sting of the wound and it strangely enough lessened her frustration. Afterwards she went into the bathroom and ran water on the cut until it ceased to bleed. She went to bed without all the questioning that usually prevented relaxation. Within minutes she was sleeping.