Notes: And back to uploading I go =3
I had to get out of there. I liked Nagi very much but...it wasn't enough to keep me there forever. I missed my school, I missed the flower shop, I missed...Weiss. So I decided to leave.
I did realize a problem rather quickly though in my attempt to leave. Nagi had sealed me in. The boy had locked me in his room so nothing could come in and nothing could go out. I wondered momentarily if he knew that I would try to do this or not but shook my head. Nagi wouldn't do that...would he?
I moved my fingers along the invisible shield that separated me from the door. I began scratching at it, hoping that maybe it would break. It didn't though. The only thing I succeeded in doing was causing my fingers to bleed.
I sighed and put my bleeding fingers in my mouth. Well, that wasn't going to work. I had to think of another way to get myself out of there. I walked over to an air vent. I was rather petite, so I should have been able to fit inside.
I began to reach for the air vent and felt the invisible shield blocking me again. I tried to rub my bleeding fingers against it in hope that maybe this time it would leave the area around the vent.
Hopeless. Pointless. Useless. Choose whatever word you prefer, but my attempts were all the same. I was stuck, locked. I wanted out. I wasn't one of those people who enjoyed small, enclosed spaces and the longer I stayed in Nagi's room the more I realized it resembled a cage. No windows, no exits...
I crawled on my hands and knees over to Nagi's bed. The sheets were so clean and white... I almost felt guilty for putting my bleeding fingers on it. Not quite though, because I knew we'd dirty them one way or another...
I sat on the bed with my knees up to my chest, rocking back and forth. I suppose I must have looked insane to Crawford when he opened the door and stared at me. He tried to go past the barrier but he was locked out, just like I was locked in.
I giggled quietly and bit down onto my knee, causing it to bleed. Soon the men with guns would be here and try to kill me. Papa didn't want to pay them any money... I wonder why not... Papa had lots of money, didn't he? Oh well, the men thought I was pretty...
I had to get out of there. I liked Nagi very much but...it wasn't enough to keep me there forever. I missed my school, I missed the flower shop, I missed...Weiss. So I decided to leave.
I did realize a problem rather quickly though in my attempt to leave. Nagi had sealed me in. The boy had locked me in his room so nothing could come in and nothing could go out. I wondered momentarily if he knew that I would try to do this or not but shook my head. Nagi wouldn't do that...would he?
I moved my fingers along the invisible shield that separated me from the door. I began scratching at it, hoping that maybe it would break. It didn't though. The only thing I succeeded in doing was causing my fingers to bleed.
I sighed and put my bleeding fingers in my mouth. Well, that wasn't going to work. I had to think of another way to get myself out of there. I walked over to an air vent. I was rather petite, so I should have been able to fit inside.
I began to reach for the air vent and felt the invisible shield blocking me again. I tried to rub my bleeding fingers against it in hope that maybe this time it would leave the area around the vent.
Hopeless. Pointless. Useless. Choose whatever word you prefer, but my attempts were all the same. I was stuck, locked. I wanted out. I wasn't one of those people who enjoyed small, enclosed spaces and the longer I stayed in Nagi's room the more I realized it resembled a cage. No windows, no exits...
I crawled on my hands and knees over to Nagi's bed. The sheets were so clean and white... I almost felt guilty for putting my bleeding fingers on it. Not quite though, because I knew we'd dirty them one way or another...
I sat on the bed with my knees up to my chest, rocking back and forth. I suppose I must have looked insane to Crawford when he opened the door and stared at me. He tried to go past the barrier but he was locked out, just like I was locked in.
I giggled quietly and bit down onto my knee, causing it to bleed. Soon the men with guns would be here and try to kill me. Papa didn't want to pay them any money... I wonder why not... Papa had lots of money, didn't he? Oh well, the men thought I was pretty...