Drabble. Kisara-centric. Even as a child, she was a social outcast.
Imaginary
Written by Innocence Within.
I felt a little stab in my heart as I listened to my mother deny me to the guests that were visiting us. Tears filled my eyes as I bit my lip, and I hid my tears by letting stands of my blonde hair fall over my face. Nobody noticed my quiet sobbing, and I shamefully left the small room when I felt uncomfortable with how my mother spoke of me. It didn't matter if anybody saw me leave the room because nobody ever cares. I crawled underneath my bed, so that my mother wouldn't have to look at me, and listened to their conversation.
I didn't like to listen carefully. If I listened carefully, I could hear the neighbours whisper outside, "There she goes again, denying the child. Who could blame her, though, when she has that monstrosity of a child?" The neighbours' words gave me a little stab in the heart too. They never knew that I heard them, because the darkness under my bed hid me well. I couldn't help but hear their mean words though.
"The world doesn't like me," I whispered to my imaginary pet dragon. I started to cry despite my resolves not to. Tilting my head, I continued, "I'm not crying, though. I'm not sad because the world doesn't like me."
My pet dragon shook its head.
"Pet Dragon, don't shake your head like that. I'm not crying. It's just raining under my bed, that's all…"
It gave me a look asking why wasn't it wet from the rain, then.
"It's because the rain doesn't want to make you wet. The rain doesn't like me either. It always makes my cheeks wet. Stop shaking your head, Pet Dragon!"
Deep down inside, I knew that Pet Dragon was only trying to tell me to snap back to real life, but I didn't want to. I don't want to face everybody's glares, all the hatred, and all of the taunting that I was the curse on the village. I hate my pale skin, my blonde hair, and my blue eyes—I'd give anything to look like everyone else. When people walk by me, I secretly envy their long dark hair, their beautiful dark skin, and dark eyes. Why did I have to be born so different?
While I thought, it continued to rain under my bed.
The End
Nyah, that was a crappy comeback from the almost half-year of posting nothing, but whatever now. I had this written a while back, before Valentine's Day I think, and while going through a couple of my old stories, I found it and decided that I should finish it for the heck of it. I love writing, and hope to get better with time.
Obviously, I do not own Yuugiou (Yu-Gi-Oh!) nor do I plan to ever attempt to own it, as it will always be © to the creator of Yuugiou.
Constructive criticism and flames are more then welcomed, and I will love you forever if you review this with something more then a sentence. I know that the characterization of Child!Kisara didn't seem quite right, and if you have any suggestions, please do leave your suggestion.
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