fool's hope
.
Kouyou was right.
As she waits for her death, that simple thought hammers insistently on her skull, over and over again, like a bell ringing and echoing in her head.
Kyouka supposes it'll stop when she dies.
The thought isn't scary. Not anymore. It's for the best; she's a murderer, killing is all she is able to do, what she was made for. Saving people is something she just wasn't born for, the way she could never fly or swim to the depths of the sea because she is neither a dove nor a fish.
Kouyou was right.
A flower born in the darkness can only survive in the darkness.
But she doesn't want darkness, not after knowing there are more possibilities.
Kouyou was right.
Being in the side that saves lives is beyond her reach. Believing otherwise was foolish.
The world will be a better place without dealing with her wreaking havoc.
Kyouka doesn't cry. Crying is for children who refuse to acknowledge reality; she knows the only path left for her. The only thing bothering her is the cold– and as she curls up further into herself she hopes it ends soon. The hum of the engine cradles her and she wonders what her parents would think if they saw her.
Not that it matters anymore. Kyouka closes her eyes, leans her head between her knees and hopes she can sleep until the moment comes.
But then, a voice cuts through the silence.
"Hey, Kyouka-chan, can you hear me?"