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Title:Not wanting to feel
Author: Ree
Theme: Preseries - apathy
Genre: general
Version: Anime/Manga (Makoto)
Rating: G
I asked for their stories and this is what they told me. I can't guarantee they're the truth, you will have to ask Takeuchi Naoko, to whom they belong to.
Not wanting to feel
Makoto crossed the room heading for the spare bedroom she had called her own for the past three weeks. The first week was in absolute joy, the second in sheer terror and fear, the third was in horrific grief and now apathy. As she crossed the room, she tried to ignore the conversation that her neighbors, the ones Mom and Dad had arranged to watch her, were having with their friends. She heard them anyway.
"Her Grandmother doesn't want to take her in."
"Honestly? Is she a bad child?"
"No, no, she isn't bad at all, she is really a well behaved girl. It just her Grandmother. I told the lawyer's office that we could watch her for a while longer."
"That was very thoughtful of you."
"Her parents were such good friends of ours."
Makoto shut the door. She knew that the words should hurt, they should cut her to the quick. But nothing hurt anymore. She knew that her Grandmother wanted nothing to do with her. It had been evident at the funeral, or rather the ceremony, as there had been no bodies to lay to rest. The Sea of Japan had seen to that. Makoto dropped on to the bed letting the memories of that day course through her mind. She had seen her Grandmother across the room and her heart had risen, hope had budded, hope that she would be able to share her grief, to be able to cry on a shoulder of someone that was family, that would understand the grief she felt.
Makoto rolled up her pillow and stared up at the white ceiling. 'Grandmother had stood by me just because it was expected of her. She was so cold... so emotionless. And then she just left... she didn't say a word to me or anyone. She watched the ceremony and then walked out the door.' Closing her eyes, she tried to let her senses sink into the silence she wanted to feel deep inside herself. Her psuedoguardian's conversation came through the wall. She could hear the whiny complaining undertone. She could tell that she wasn't really wanted, she was a burden.
Sliding off the bed, she grabbed her bags. It was time to start packing. 'I will not burden anyone with my presence. All I want to do is go home anyway.' That was where she had gone the night of the ceremony, hope still high in her chest that her parents were really alive and would come back. That hope had faded, and the wet ashes were all that was left. Throwing her belongings any which way into the suitcase, she prepared to leave. As soon as the guests left and her neighbors went back to their room, she was out of there. Then she could finally have the silence, the emptiness she craved.
Next Part: Two shells in need of a heart
Author: Ree
Theme: Preseries - apathy
Genre: general
Version: Anime/Manga (Makoto)
Rating: G
I asked for their stories and this is what they told me. I can't guarantee they're the truth, you will have to ask Takeuchi Naoko, to whom they belong to.
Not wanting to feel
Makoto crossed the room heading for the spare bedroom she had called her own for the past three weeks. The first week was in absolute joy, the second in sheer terror and fear, the third was in horrific grief and now apathy. As she crossed the room, she tried to ignore the conversation that her neighbors, the ones Mom and Dad had arranged to watch her, were having with their friends. She heard them anyway.
"Her Grandmother doesn't want to take her in."
"Honestly? Is she a bad child?"
"No, no, she isn't bad at all, she is really a well behaved girl. It just her Grandmother. I told the lawyer's office that we could watch her for a while longer."
"That was very thoughtful of you."
"Her parents were such good friends of ours."
Makoto shut the door. She knew that the words should hurt, they should cut her to the quick. But nothing hurt anymore. She knew that her Grandmother wanted nothing to do with her. It had been evident at the funeral, or rather the ceremony, as there had been no bodies to lay to rest. The Sea of Japan had seen to that. Makoto dropped on to the bed letting the memories of that day course through her mind. She had seen her Grandmother across the room and her heart had risen, hope had budded, hope that she would be able to share her grief, to be able to cry on a shoulder of someone that was family, that would understand the grief she felt.
Makoto rolled up her pillow and stared up at the white ceiling. 'Grandmother had stood by me just because it was expected of her. She was so cold... so emotionless. And then she just left... she didn't say a word to me or anyone. She watched the ceremony and then walked out the door.' Closing her eyes, she tried to let her senses sink into the silence she wanted to feel deep inside herself. Her psuedoguardian's conversation came through the wall. She could hear the whiny complaining undertone. She could tell that she wasn't really wanted, she was a burden.
Sliding off the bed, she grabbed her bags. It was time to start packing. 'I will not burden anyone with my presence. All I want to do is go home anyway.' That was where she had gone the night of the ceremony, hope still high in her chest that her parents were really alive and would come back. That hope had faded, and the wet ashes were all that was left. Throwing her belongings any which way into the suitcase, she prepared to leave. As soon as the guests left and her neighbors went back to their room, she was out of there. Then she could finally have the silence, the emptiness she craved.
Next Part: Two shells in need of a heart