Sane Flight

by Insoli

Its been a year. No one knows why. All they have is a letter. They only know that Katara's gone. That she left a gaping hole in their group and nothing has been able to fill it. Who they need, in one of their most dire times, isn't there. Zutara.

3. Chapter 2

The second chapter is out. Yay! Once again, my apologies for the shortness. That being said please read my story and review ;D

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Chapter Two

It was refreshing to finally be able to bathe. I scrubbed the remaining, flaky paint of my face and dove under. It was as if I was cleaning my soul, rather than my body. When I removed my mask, my paint, it felt as if I was wiping away all the tainted me.

And I was, if I didn't think too hard about it.

The icy coldness cut through me and I dove deeper. I stayed down there, holding my breath until I was sure I would pass out the next second and then I busted through the surface.

It hadn't gotten easier. My chest ached, and the feeling just wouldn't go away. I felt so…alone.

There was so many things that I missed.

How long had it been?

Time didn't make since, it didn't matter to me anymore. Everything is ruled by time, but to me it feels like it just zips by. Had it been a month, years? Five years?

I couldn't tell.

Looking at myself, in the reflection of the water, how could I tell? I couldn't even remember my own face anymore. Who was I anymore?

Nobody.

Wearing the mask of white and black, the death mask, had eaten away at me. The only thing that remained was my purpose. My sick twisted purpose. The things I did when I had my paint on…

I sunk back down into the water and stayed there, ignoring the burn of my lungs. Was this how it felt for them, straining for the last ounce of life. Their last breath? The only difference was that I would get mine.

They never would.