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chapter 5
Why wasn't I dead? I should be dead...no. I WISH I was dead. I was completely useless. I couldn't save Kaneki and look at me now. I was in the same exact position he was. Strapped to a chair, with my own personal reaper of pain. Naki. I wished Ayato had finished the job, because this was worse than hell. There was nothing worse than the first time he did it. He took it. My eye. I remember when I first woke up. Him staring at my body hungry, just waiting to take from it. But he didn't want to be the same as Yamori. No no he had to be unique. And that was when he settled for my eyes. The only noticeable feature of my face. And I remember his words as he stuck the spoon deep into my socket, saying it loud enough that I could hear it through my screams.
"My my...What big eyes you have."
For hours I would be left blind, the rc depressant making the healing process much slower and more agonizing. I lost it every day, multiple times. I wasn't even sure that I was tears coming down my face, it could have been blood. But I couldn't concentrate on anything besides the pain. The digging into the socket , the sharp jab through the veins that would separate my eyes from me. The bleeding. And worse. The process of getting my eyes back. It burned, it burned so badly it felt like lava erupting from my eyes. Alone in the darkness I would shiver and cry. Not knowing what was happening or when he would return. When I could finally see again, he'd be back, and the cycle was repeated. I just want to die. Let me die.
Yamori sure did taste like shit. I spat some more of his blood out of my mouth. It was so foul. But necessary, I needed all the strength I could get. I had people I needed to protect.
My footsteps made practically no noise as I walk across the red tile that was formerly black and white. The door creeked open as I walked out of my personal hell.
The black hallways looked small and crappy. They were in poor condition. This building was so old and fragile, it seemed as if it could break with a single misplaced step. My goal was to get out of here, I needed to get to the people that needed me, that needed my protection.
I came rushing around the corner when I froze. I could hear something, but it was extremely faint , but it was there. The same sobs that had once came from my own mouth. I turned towards them, they were coming from behind a large steel door. In seconds this same door was gone broken from its hinges by a flick of my claw.
Eyes. That's what I saw, staring back at me. Yet they weren't attacked to anybody. They were laying on top of each other in jars. It was big black eyes, so familiar, but how could they be hers? He had saw her die in front of him. But there she was in the middle of the room. In the same position that I had been when she had come to save me. She was alive! In this sate though? It was horrifying. Blood streaked where tears should have been. She looked like an empty skull. Deep gaping holes in her head where she should have eyes. Haunting echoes of holes. I gently said the same words she told me. Those precious words that meant safety and security. "It's ok now."
I didn't want her bleeding anymore, so I ripped some of my shirt apart and tied it around where her eyes should have been.
"I'm getting you out of here." I said as I sprinted as fast as I possibly could away from there.
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