Note from the Author: So I'm cleaning off my bookshelf, because we're painting my room. And I run across The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories by Tim Burton. So I decide to reread it, because I haven't seen it in a while. And also, I haven't written any NejiHina in a while.
So I got the idea for this. Oh, yes, don't be mistaken – this is also Elizabeth procrastinating on Catch Without Arms. Yes, indeed. :needs sleep and breakfast:
Porny: o.O You're always the first one to review the one-shots I do in this story. And that's awesome. Sweet! I'm not the only one who's too aware for her own good. Haha.
Naash: I'm glad. I'd be thoroughly upset if I lost my favorite reviewers because they got bored. -.-
Voodoo Girl
She was like her own voodoo doll – imaginary pins sunk into various points of her porcelain flesh, causing her pain with every movement, every action, every decision.
And what was most melancholy and pitiable about this was that she couldn't be embraced – and she couldn't embrace others – because the closer she got, the more the needles pierced through her heart. She was alone.
That is, until she realized that he could see the pins and, one by one, began to pull them out.