Graveyards — Chapter 2

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Being aware and able to comprehend hearable conversations as an infant is enough to drive you insane, as you can't speak back and you can't control your own motor functions to do even the most basic of things.

Add that to the fact that one night after feeding and going to sleep, you wake up in the middle of the night screaming and crying because your hands hurt— the painpainpain OH GOD I'M GOING TO DIE how can anything hurtthismuch— and then as your parents come into the room to calm you down like any other night all it takes is one smack each (anywhere, it could have been anywhere) and they're down on the floor, deaddeaddead and oh god, did I do that?

Add that to the fact that from these facts and listening to many conversations about 'akuma' and 'exorcists' and 'supporters of the Black Order', I had figured out that I had been reborn into -Man and this was innocence and oh god it was going to make my life a living HELL and—

Over the course of my life as I unwillingly killed hundreds of people with my 'innocence'— haha don't make me laugh it's not innocent— as I was unknowingly heading towards where I knew all the story happened— and another one deaddeaddead oh god this isn't my fault is it?— I admit I might have become slightly mentally unstable.

As well as growing up and over time I began forgetting almost everything I knew about this world and the last and all that was left was bodies bodies rolling itwasonlyahifivethistimegod—

Maybe from this point on my story should be told from a different point of view so as to not distract you?

Ammazzare, or Amma as I like to call her, is an enigma that I will likely never understand. Maybe it's just the fact that I'm a boy and she's an older girl, but I have a feeling that it has to do with something much deeper than that. After all, ever since that first meeting with her and her subsequent apprenticeship with Cross, my master, all she ever seems to think about is death, mostly her own. And I doubt that's very natural.

Honestly, ever since that rainy evening when I found her laying in a graveyard, something's been majorly off about her. Don't normal people have likes, dislikes, hobbies? I've never actually seen her do anything except sitting and thinking, killing akuma, or fulfilling the basic human needs, and even that she doesn't do sometimes.

Well, I guess that's not it. I just didn't count this at first because it's detrimental to her health.

I've also caught her trying to commit suicide.

A lot.

I don't quite understand why she does it. Obviously her past can't be so bad that she'd want to kill herself.

Oh, how wrong I was.

I've known her for about three-fourths of a year now, and somehow I've managed to keep her alive. I remember I met her in April, only because of the phrase, 'April showers bring May flowers.'

I don't mean to seem selfish, but, it's nearing my 13th birthday, and I'm honestly really excited about it. Even if Amma's probably only thinking of ways to get past me and kill herself, and Master is only concerned about buying more alcohol and women and shoving more debt onto the two of us. Mostly me. Hmmm... now that I think about it, my situation is kind of dismal, isn't it? I can feel myself getting more and more depressed as I walk down the hotel hallway to check on Amma again. I am the only ray of light in the darkness that is my life...

As I walk into Amma's room, I expect her to be sitting in her chair as she had been earlier that day, only to find a noose hanging from the ceiling, and Amma setting up a stool in front of it.

"Amma!"

She straightened up quickly, her curly dark locks falling back in place over her shocked eyes. Then she recognized me, glowered for a few moments, then proceeded to go and sit down as I took away her tool of death this time, like many times before.

I sighed quietly in the middle of the knot, wondering what was so wrong with her life now that would make her do this.

"What set you off this time? No, wait, better yet, where did you get the rope?"

She looked at me impassively, before pointing at the highest drawer. I pulled down the length of rope before hopping down and walking over to the set of drawers and opening it, only to find more coils of rope in there.

I looked back at Amma, who looked vaguely guilty, before sighing again, more deeply this time. I would have to take this rope somewhere safely away from Amma, before double checking this room again for any inconspicuous death hazards.

So close to my birthday, too...

But really, all I could think was,

'Why would a hotel put rope in it's drawers?'

CHAPTER 2 — END

A/N: Really? No review, favorites, or follows? Surely there has to be someone out of the few people that read this that actually enjoyed it?

Hmmm... I'm getting depressed myself after writing this...

R&R! Please! w ;;

I'll put up a profile for Amma on my profile sometime, maybe that will clear things up...

Mata ne!

-Koneko