I'm awfully sorry to report that I won't be posting anything until December. And then for a long time after that some time. And I was going to post some new stories but some really strong feelings of depression got in the way and then I cut my arm with a price of lightbulb but it didn't bleed or scar so don't worry and then everything I wrote had to do with self harm and suicide but you don't care so this is the last thing for a while. It is really short and I have officially wasted my happy reserve. Feel special as though love exists. Because it doesn't.
Today, Chryzen wanted to change her room. There is about 4 1/2 hours before the meeting and she wanted to get it done. Right now she was feeling sad and hungry.
"Stomach! What is your issue?, she said poking her midsection.
"What's that?"
Good question. It appears to look like a...
No.
This isn't happening.
She's barely 2 days old.
No.
Impossible.
"Aaaaah!"
She turned the walls a red.
"What the Tartarus!"(hades does not exist yet)
She created horrible flames with images of dying people.
"Whyyyy?"
She filled in the empty spaces with black and stumbled over to the sewing kit Aunt Mnemosyne must of left. She scrambled to find a needle.
"No.", she said firmly.
"I refuse to treat my baby this way."
She tried to change the walls back. Nothing. She tried again. There! A shimmer of blue! It's gone again. She tried harder. Every wall turned a bright purple.
"That's good enough.", she said definitely.
"Why do you keep talking to yourself? And you might want to think up a nickname now. There are 3 other Chryzen's out there.", Helios said spitefully.
See. It took all of my self control to keep from harming her what must surely be flawless skin. And yes. She's pregnant. And there are many Chryzen's. One is in a future story where the others branch off. Look forward to it. Pretend to be happy. Pretend it exists. Hurt yourself worse later.