So my friend told me that this is more of a poem than a fic. I didn't originally plan for it to be a poem. BUT I HAVE MY REASONS, IN WHICH YOU HAVE TO FIND OUT MY FRIEND. *stares*
I wouldn't say this is a poem….
Oh, but I would like to thank xYomyom and noalunettes very much for their reviews, it made me very happy. Hell, I know not many people want to read death fics, but I've got a twisted sense of humor, *chuckles*
Who knows. It might not be a death fic.
This is the start of crazy shit happening.
JR does not belong to me. If it did, I wouldn't make up this story because I wouldn't want Shinobu to suffer so much. *kof yeah right*
I woke up, once again in this cage.
Maximum security, in order to assure that something like that would not happen again.
Locked in these chains; the IV drips, needles running, melding into my skin.
Jailed in this cell, unable to move from where I am, like a cripple.
So weak, like a newborn.
Unable to fend for myself, and once again I am helpless.
Crying, with no one to hear me.
Hungry with no one to feed me.
Dying, with no one to watch me.
I suppose it's okay this way –
I –
Visiting hours are long past.
The white now, has turned to the color of deep blue, dark shadows flickering across the lighter linen of the curtain, dancing shades of black.
The soft sounds of snores are soothing; the breathing is pacifying like a lullaby.
I catch myself listening closely.
It's too soft for me to discern if it's the man's, or the girl's. Perhaps he is staying over, sneaking in, against the rules.
I can't see.
It's too black for me to tell….
These shadows, remind me of the shadow puppets – my hands twisted in intricate ways, manipulating the darkness to create my own.
I don't have any reserves of strength left to lift these feeble hands.
Suddenly awake
This aroma is too overpowering -
This smell, no, it can't be –
My eyes snap open in horror.
Musk, wood, rosemary, this citrus fragrance.
I feel hyperventilation settling in, I can't breathe.
This scent is nauseating.
Disgustingly overpowering, sickening.
My stomach churns.
It must be a familiar nightmare that haunts my mind.
My racing heart speeds up, breathing shallow. Surely it can't be of all people, him.
It's been seven months there would be no way that he would come….
Please.
Spare me, God.
Let this only be a drifting nightmare.
Let the sound of footsteps only be my imagination.
They're coming nearer.
The louder the steps, the faster my heart thumps in terror.
The clack of the shoes across the tiles of the floor, expensive, polished leather shoes.
Unmistakable.
The sound, that is. I've heard it only so many times before.
And with this –
The torture begins anew.
It abruptly stops.
He's arrived.
So easily, the curtains are brushed aside, my oasis destroyed. My privacy, so easily gone. The fragile world I created myself has been crushed with ease by….
It's always been like this.
I've been a fool. Perhaps, these months I've forgotten what life was like before.
I'm being punished for being happy….
What I 'loved' before, he took. What I 'wanted,' he had.
But what he desired.
He would never have.
That's why this torture continues.
I can only endure.
"Shinobu….it's been quite a while."
Long drown out vowels, a lazy, unguarded voice. I can detect the cruel smirk in his voice as he looks at me. I can imagine his face. He may be smiling, but his eyes will be filled with a fathomless hatred.
Scrutinizing me.
Murdering me multiple times in his imagination.
My back is turned, I close my eyes.
Please, don't let him hear my heartbeat; don't let him smell my fear, don't let him detect my trembling.
Cold sweat beads on my brow, and I've turned cold.
Feigning sleep, I know he won't be fooled.
"Hmph."
He takes a step closer.
"Seven months is hardly a long time."
Roughly a foot separates us.
He closes in.
Who is "he"? BAHAHAHAHAHA SHINOBU. THE START OF YOUR TORTURE...Oh gosh. I sound so sadistic.
yep. Crazy shit's gonna happen.