I have no claims over the character Mika or the anime series Serial Experiments Lain. The story idea is completely mine though.
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There was no sound, no warmth, nothing but the absolute darkness. Mika could feel the burn of the cold and death surround her unseen body. Small hairs on the back of her neck rose in alarm. 'Where am I?' The muscles in her lanky body shuddered with the sickening taste of the alcohol and drugs that cloaked her mouth. She wanted to curl up in a corner like a scared animal and cry, but her body was paralyzed. Could she be dead? The last thing Mika could remember was the sickening grin of her boss.
The feeling of warm air slid onto her shoulder like the palm of a hand. Tender lips came so close to her ear they almost touched. The cold death-like breath of darkness around her still hissed against the bare flesh of her body as the blissful presence emerged.
"Mika..." The voice was just above a whisper, giving off a certain sweet serenity. In this lifeless black hole, Mika could see and feel the warmth of that single word wrap around her. It was soft, humble and very childlike.
Suddenly an unexpected sharp pain exploded through her body, pulsing in agony. From the pouding in her head to the cold burning of her finger tips, her head flew back. Mika's chest tightened as she tried to scream out, but to no avail. Hot red blood streamed down her numb skin. She could feel the pain come from within her body.
Again, she desperately tried to move. Nothing happened. Nothing worked. Nothing moved. Mika was frozen in the air and time around her. She choked as wet tears rolled down her frostbit cheeks.
The presence of the young girl appeared in her mind. That yellow white glowing warmth that calmed her with sweet words. "Your dreams are darker." All Mika knew was the ever-tightening feel of frozen darkness weigh invisible pressure on her shoulders. The force was quickly suffocating her vulnerable body. The feel of bones cracking vibrated throughout her entire being, giving her a fresh wave of unbearable pain.
"This is what your life has been doing to you mind. These wounds are not mortal, but are continually spreading through your spirt like a virus." She could feel what the voice described to her. Mika's heart and stability were diterriorating while she faded away from the world. The constant pain. The immense pressure. The lonely dark. It was all poison taking its toll and killing her slowly.
Even Mika's parents had forsaken her. Their only daughter, their only child, their only baby, forgotten. The bonds that had connected them to her had broken the moment Mika reached Highschool. She was all alone in the world with no family and no friends. Mika had fooled herself into thinking that those women she worked with were her friends, but that was just conn she played on herself.
"Help me." Mika sobbed through pain, blood and tears. Her voice cracked as she poke out. She struggled to say more, but there was only silence.
Incoherent images that were locked away in Mika's sub-concious flashed in front of her eyes like a full movie screen. The illegal drugs. The hard liquor. The dirty men. The moaning strippers. The loud music. The thick smoke. All the memories of last night that she had no re-collection of danced in front of her. The faces were blurred and sounds distorted while they swayed back and forth.
Then Mika's parents turning their backs on her and walking away played clearly in her mind. All the pain she felt on the day her parents disowned her came flooding back as her hearts felt a tight squeeze. A
gain the playing of what her life had become danced before her again and again. A fever spread in Mika's body as her clammy hands shook slightly in a cold sweat.
Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, the images of the night stopped. Her heart pounded rapidly as her breaths deepened to fill her lungs with air. A new set of tears fell down her reddened cheeks.
In the dark of the room a single light shone down on a young girl with her head bowed. A peculiar aura surrounded this strange child as she lifted her head to look Mika in the eyes. Mika would never forget the lifeless harmony she found in those eyes. They were brown and dimly lit even though a bright light shined down on the girl. It was the same girl as the night before in her dreams. She was still wearing that same plain white short dress that was either pajamas or a slip; Mika couldn't tell.
"Help me." Mika sobbed through all her misery of pain, blood and tears. Her voice cracked as she spoke out. She struggled to say more, but there were only silent screams.
As the young girl walked closer to Mika, bringing the light closer, an uncanny grin spread across her face. It both frightened and comforted Mika. As the girl came closer, Mika began to recongize her from somewhere...someplace...sometime.
"We are all connected, Mika Iwakura."
'I know her voice. I know her face. Who is she?'
"Will you not surrender to your fears?"
The girl's name was on the tip of Mika's tounge, but she just couldn't remember. Her mind was so wrapped up in figuring out who this strange child was that she forgot her pain and didn't notice the small arms wrap around her absent body. It was an action that shocked Mika.
Red blood soaked into the pale face of the girl, but it didn't seem she cared. Mika could feel the glowing warmth of the aura spread through her body and heal her wounds. She felt revived and whole again. The poisoned spirit, the broken heart, the polluted mind and the physical pain all cured.
Mika looked down at the girl who hugged her so tightly and buried her face into her tan jacket and blue shirt.
"Lain." The name rolled out of her cherry liped mouth with ease. The brown eyes went wide in shock as Lain pushed away from Mika. The good karma Mika had felt turned bad. Everything warm and comforting dissipated as the young girl faded away.
"CLEAR!" There was a bright white light as Mika opened her eyes into the real world where she was laying on a hospital bed. There were doctors bent over her and five lights glaring down at her...
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Kirika: Please yell at me if there are any mispelled words or incorrect punctuation.
Edward: (O.o) pretty white lights!
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There was no sound, no warmth, nothing but the absolute darkness. Mika could feel the burn of the cold and death surround her unseen body. Small hairs on the back of her neck rose in alarm. 'Where am I?' The muscles in her lanky body shuddered with the sickening taste of the alcohol and drugs that cloaked her mouth. She wanted to curl up in a corner like a scared animal and cry, but her body was paralyzed. Could she be dead? The last thing Mika could remember was the sickening grin of her boss.
The feeling of warm air slid onto her shoulder like the palm of a hand. Tender lips came so close to her ear they almost touched. The cold death-like breath of darkness around her still hissed against the bare flesh of her body as the blissful presence emerged.
"Mika..." The voice was just above a whisper, giving off a certain sweet serenity. In this lifeless black hole, Mika could see and feel the warmth of that single word wrap around her. It was soft, humble and very childlike.
Suddenly an unexpected sharp pain exploded through her body, pulsing in agony. From the pouding in her head to the cold burning of her finger tips, her head flew back. Mika's chest tightened as she tried to scream out, but to no avail. Hot red blood streamed down her numb skin. She could feel the pain come from within her body.
Again, she desperately tried to move. Nothing happened. Nothing worked. Nothing moved. Mika was frozen in the air and time around her. She choked as wet tears rolled down her frostbit cheeks.
The presence of the young girl appeared in her mind. That yellow white glowing warmth that calmed her with sweet words. "Your dreams are darker." All Mika knew was the ever-tightening feel of frozen darkness weigh invisible pressure on her shoulders. The force was quickly suffocating her vulnerable body. The feel of bones cracking vibrated throughout her entire being, giving her a fresh wave of unbearable pain.
"This is what your life has been doing to you mind. These wounds are not mortal, but are continually spreading through your spirt like a virus." She could feel what the voice described to her. Mika's heart and stability were diterriorating while she faded away from the world. The constant pain. The immense pressure. The lonely dark. It was all poison taking its toll and killing her slowly.
Even Mika's parents had forsaken her. Their only daughter, their only child, their only baby, forgotten. The bonds that had connected them to her had broken the moment Mika reached Highschool. She was all alone in the world with no family and no friends. Mika had fooled herself into thinking that those women she worked with were her friends, but that was just conn she played on herself.
"Help me." Mika sobbed through pain, blood and tears. Her voice cracked as she poke out. She struggled to say more, but there was only silence.
Incoherent images that were locked away in Mika's sub-concious flashed in front of her eyes like a full movie screen. The illegal drugs. The hard liquor. The dirty men. The moaning strippers. The loud music. The thick smoke. All the memories of last night that she had no re-collection of danced in front of her. The faces were blurred and sounds distorted while they swayed back and forth.
Then Mika's parents turning their backs on her and walking away played clearly in her mind. All the pain she felt on the day her parents disowned her came flooding back as her hearts felt a tight squeeze. A
gain the playing of what her life had become danced before her again and again. A fever spread in Mika's body as her clammy hands shook slightly in a cold sweat.
Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, the images of the night stopped. Her heart pounded rapidly as her breaths deepened to fill her lungs with air. A new set of tears fell down her reddened cheeks.
In the dark of the room a single light shone down on a young girl with her head bowed. A peculiar aura surrounded this strange child as she lifted her head to look Mika in the eyes. Mika would never forget the lifeless harmony she found in those eyes. They were brown and dimly lit even though a bright light shined down on the girl. It was the same girl as the night before in her dreams. She was still wearing that same plain white short dress that was either pajamas or a slip; Mika couldn't tell.
"Help me." Mika sobbed through all her misery of pain, blood and tears. Her voice cracked as she spoke out. She struggled to say more, but there were only silent screams.
As the young girl walked closer to Mika, bringing the light closer, an uncanny grin spread across her face. It both frightened and comforted Mika. As the girl came closer, Mika began to recongize her from somewhere...someplace...sometime.
"We are all connected, Mika Iwakura."
'I know her voice. I know her face. Who is she?'
"Will you not surrender to your fears?"
The girl's name was on the tip of Mika's tounge, but she just couldn't remember. Her mind was so wrapped up in figuring out who this strange child was that she forgot her pain and didn't notice the small arms wrap around her absent body. It was an action that shocked Mika.
Red blood soaked into the pale face of the girl, but it didn't seem she cared. Mika could feel the glowing warmth of the aura spread through her body and heal her wounds. She felt revived and whole again. The poisoned spirit, the broken heart, the polluted mind and the physical pain all cured.
Mika looked down at the girl who hugged her so tightly and buried her face into her tan jacket and blue shirt.
"Lain." The name rolled out of her cherry liped mouth with ease. The brown eyes went wide in shock as Lain pushed away from Mika. The good karma Mika had felt turned bad. Everything warm and comforting dissipated as the young girl faded away.
"CLEAR!" There was a bright white light as Mika opened her eyes into the real world where she was laying on a hospital bed. There were doctors bent over her and five lights glaring down at her...
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Kirika: Please yell at me if there are any mispelled words or incorrect punctuation.
Edward: (O.o) pretty white lights!