Thank you very much JCG for reviewing. This next chapter is going back to what happened to Mika. There was reason for the last chapter that will soon be explained. The repeating in this chapter is done on purpose.
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Atrocious clouds covered the sky, making the day seem as though it were night. A thick fog settled over tokyo, dimming the streetlights into a faint luminous glow. Mika could feel the dampness in the air as she breathed in. Her eyes studied the first raindrops fall upon the dry earth as she lay in a hospital cot. The thumping of water against cement and the tin roof created an ever-changing melody. She listened to nature's music, while her heart grasped the sorrow pounding inside.
Mika's skin had been decorated with bruises and cuts. A throbbing sensation pulsed around her lips where a large slit was. It was a cut from where her teeth had gashed the delicate skin. She couldn't remember anything beyond the pain from where a man's cold hardened fist had beaten against her body.
Her mind refused to dwell on those bitter memories which were still crisp in her mind. Mika instead wanted to remember her dream and the sweet warmth of that young girl's voice. That child...that little girl...
"Lain." As the name echoed against the walls of the empty room, the lightbulb on the ceiling grew blindly bright as electricity surged over-whelming. With a final high pitched ring, the glass burst with a final 'pop'.
Mika's hands immediately covered her head as shards fell. Their sharp thin edges sliced into her arms, sending the familiar flow of warm blood down her cold arms. The ceiling opened up into the sky as rain turned to glass. The drops of crystal porcelain beat harder and cut deeper into her skin.
Keeping one arm above her head, Mika grabbed the white sheets and hid underneath the soft cotton.Tears of confusion and fear rolled down Mika's pale cheek. How could she still be in a dream, no, not a dream...a nightmare? It all felt so terribly real: The cold. The rain. The warmth. The pain. The sorrow. And Lain...
"LAIN! Please..." Mika yelled in a muffled cry as she choked on pure stress. Glass fell quicker, ripping through the snow white sheets. "Wake me up!"
Atrocious clouds covered the sky, making the day seem as though it were night. A thick fog settled over Tokyo, dimming the streetlights into a faint luminous glow. Mika shot straight out of her bed, screaming in terror. Her body shook vigorously as the first raindrops fell upon the earth. The thumping of water against cement and tin roof created an ever-changing melody.
Sweat began to drip from the side of her face while her heart beat rapidly into her chest. She tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry. Shifting her eyes to the ceiling, a single light buzzed with electricity. "It...was just another dream." Even though it was a dream, Mika could not dismiss how real it had felt.
"Mika" The childish voice echoed in her mind, then against the walls of the room until it ran out the door and down the hallways of the hospital. Abruptly, the lights went out from lack of power, surrendering Mika to the dark.
Her pale hand gripped the blankets of snow white before she swung her legs over to the edge of the bed. Cold and static ran up her body as her bare feet touched the tiles on the floor. Walking towards the door, the room began to spin about her while her mind spun in the opposite direction. It seemed as though she was on a sick cycling carousel and the door was the center. Its square frame stayed stationary as the room whirlwinded about.
Tripping on her own feet, Mika fell hardly against the floor. Gravity seem to increase as her own weight pinned her down. Managing to turn her head, Mika could see a face in the window of the door. It was that young face...the childish portrait...that girl...
"Lain." Mika whispered weakly as her lungs filled with heavy air. A psychotic grin spread across Lain's face as her empty eyes threatened to steal Mika's soul. Those empty orbs of nothing seemed to want nothing than to slit through the blanch skin of Mika's throat. The sounds of a hundred children came from Lain's mouth as she ran her small finger across her own throat very slowly and delicately.
"Mika" Lain's voice toppled over the children's merry laughter. "I can hear you." Her grin widened even more as weight burdened down on Mika's bones making them crack and break. Lain moved through the door as if she were a ghost. Her dreary walk seemed to dance lazily towards Mika's twisted body that lay on the floor. Her lungs were pressed tighly against her ribs, making it difficult to breath. Lain beant down over Mika, uneffected by the pull of gravity, examining her like a small bug.
"...Lain..." She exhaled in great effort to get the name out. The girl tilted her head and smiled playfully as her hand reached out to touch Mika's throat. The warm soft skin ran smoothly across her throat like silk. Lain brought her finger in front of Mika's face. Blood began to trickle from her index finger and in the crevices of her hands just as the feeling of a cut sliced thinly across Mika's throat. She squeezed her eyes shut as tears threatened to trickle down her face.
"Don't be frightened. You only lose your body when you die." Lain smeared the blood from her finger across her neck while she spoke. The red liquid slid down just as Lain began to laugh hysterically. Mika could feel herself lose consciousness from the loss of her own blood. The chorus of children joined Lain.
"I don't...want to die..." Mika spoke as loudly as she could, but it was only a whisper amongst the laughter of the children and Lain...
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I'm sorry my chapters seem very short, but I will try harder to make them longer. The next chapter may wrap up my story.
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Atrocious clouds covered the sky, making the day seem as though it were night. A thick fog settled over tokyo, dimming the streetlights into a faint luminous glow. Mika could feel the dampness in the air as she breathed in. Her eyes studied the first raindrops fall upon the dry earth as she lay in a hospital cot. The thumping of water against cement and the tin roof created an ever-changing melody. She listened to nature's music, while her heart grasped the sorrow pounding inside.
Mika's skin had been decorated with bruises and cuts. A throbbing sensation pulsed around her lips where a large slit was. It was a cut from where her teeth had gashed the delicate skin. She couldn't remember anything beyond the pain from where a man's cold hardened fist had beaten against her body.
Her mind refused to dwell on those bitter memories which were still crisp in her mind. Mika instead wanted to remember her dream and the sweet warmth of that young girl's voice. That child...that little girl...
"Lain." As the name echoed against the walls of the empty room, the lightbulb on the ceiling grew blindly bright as electricity surged over-whelming. With a final high pitched ring, the glass burst with a final 'pop'.
Mika's hands immediately covered her head as shards fell. Their sharp thin edges sliced into her arms, sending the familiar flow of warm blood down her cold arms. The ceiling opened up into the sky as rain turned to glass. The drops of crystal porcelain beat harder and cut deeper into her skin.
Keeping one arm above her head, Mika grabbed the white sheets and hid underneath the soft cotton.Tears of confusion and fear rolled down Mika's pale cheek. How could she still be in a dream, no, not a dream...a nightmare? It all felt so terribly real: The cold. The rain. The warmth. The pain. The sorrow. And Lain...
"LAIN! Please..." Mika yelled in a muffled cry as she choked on pure stress. Glass fell quicker, ripping through the snow white sheets. "Wake me up!"
Atrocious clouds covered the sky, making the day seem as though it were night. A thick fog settled over Tokyo, dimming the streetlights into a faint luminous glow. Mika shot straight out of her bed, screaming in terror. Her body shook vigorously as the first raindrops fell upon the earth. The thumping of water against cement and tin roof created an ever-changing melody.
Sweat began to drip from the side of her face while her heart beat rapidly into her chest. She tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry. Shifting her eyes to the ceiling, a single light buzzed with electricity. "It...was just another dream." Even though it was a dream, Mika could not dismiss how real it had felt.
"Mika" The childish voice echoed in her mind, then against the walls of the room until it ran out the door and down the hallways of the hospital. Abruptly, the lights went out from lack of power, surrendering Mika to the dark.
Her pale hand gripped the blankets of snow white before she swung her legs over to the edge of the bed. Cold and static ran up her body as her bare feet touched the tiles on the floor. Walking towards the door, the room began to spin about her while her mind spun in the opposite direction. It seemed as though she was on a sick cycling carousel and the door was the center. Its square frame stayed stationary as the room whirlwinded about.
Tripping on her own feet, Mika fell hardly against the floor. Gravity seem to increase as her own weight pinned her down. Managing to turn her head, Mika could see a face in the window of the door. It was that young face...the childish portrait...that girl...
"Lain." Mika whispered weakly as her lungs filled with heavy air. A psychotic grin spread across Lain's face as her empty eyes threatened to steal Mika's soul. Those empty orbs of nothing seemed to want nothing than to slit through the blanch skin of Mika's throat. The sounds of a hundred children came from Lain's mouth as she ran her small finger across her own throat very slowly and delicately.
"Mika" Lain's voice toppled over the children's merry laughter. "I can hear you." Her grin widened even more as weight burdened down on Mika's bones making them crack and break. Lain moved through the door as if she were a ghost. Her dreary walk seemed to dance lazily towards Mika's twisted body that lay on the floor. Her lungs were pressed tighly against her ribs, making it difficult to breath. Lain beant down over Mika, uneffected by the pull of gravity, examining her like a small bug.
"...Lain..." She exhaled in great effort to get the name out. The girl tilted her head and smiled playfully as her hand reached out to touch Mika's throat. The warm soft skin ran smoothly across her throat like silk. Lain brought her finger in front of Mika's face. Blood began to trickle from her index finger and in the crevices of her hands just as the feeling of a cut sliced thinly across Mika's throat. She squeezed her eyes shut as tears threatened to trickle down her face.
"Don't be frightened. You only lose your body when you die." Lain smeared the blood from her finger across her neck while she spoke. The red liquid slid down just as Lain began to laugh hysterically. Mika could feel herself lose consciousness from the loss of her own blood. The chorus of children joined Lain.
"I don't...want to die..." Mika spoke as loudly as she could, but it was only a whisper amongst the laughter of the children and Lain...
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I'm sorry my chapters seem very short, but I will try harder to make them longer. The next chapter may wrap up my story.