Please save me, I've been aching for too long
Who; Misaki and OPEN
What; Misaki’s hurt, sans tablet, and needs help.
Where; Between the residential area and marketplace
When; Thursday afternoon
Rating; PG-13
Status; Open and In Progress
Misaki stumbled along the road near the marketplace, trying to put as much distance between her and her home as possible. Her feet were moving on their own, her mind no longer in the present. Her thoughts had disconnected from her body long ago, coping with her pain in the only way they knew how. She glided in a trancelike state, one hand trying to place pressure on the gaping stomach wound, the other hanging limply at her side, just barely holding on to what was left of Miya. A broken doll with a smashed in face. An empty vessel.
Empty.
Just like herself.
“Why wasn’t it me? All I ever wanted was to by your side. I was just your toy, wasn’t I? That’s all I ever was. A toy for you and Ayako! A replacement for HER! I was there for ten years and you threw me aside when she called for you. You let them kill me! You killed me!”
The gun goes off and Madoka stops talking. She stumbles backward, bullets tearing through her body. The dagger falls to the floor and Misaki’s body sags in relief.
She hadn’t meant to hurt Madoka. Never. She just didn’t want to be alone.
Familiar arms encircle her, pulling her close as tears fall down her cheeks. There is that familiar calm which settles upon her, her body reacting to the motherly touch.
“Misaki. It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to help. I didn’t think you’d be able to save me. It’s not your fault you were a cowardly girl. Don’t cry, little one.”
Her eyes squeeze shut as she hugs the broken doll to her chest and she never hears the movement. She never registers the presence until it is too late. The hand that carries the dagger buries itself into her stomach and she looks up, betrayed.
Misaki cried out as she fell, her foot having caught on something, ruining her trance. She curled up on the ground, too tired to get up again.
“Please… I don’t want to die.”
She could feel the blood seeping into the ground, leaving her powerless and so tired. She hurt too much and the pain refused to go away.
“Somebody. Help.”
And not even a tablet to call for help.
”I don’t want to die. Please.”
(ooc: as usual prose or brackets are fine, I’ll go with whatever.)
What; Misaki’s hurt, sans tablet, and needs help.
Where; Between the residential area and marketplace
When; Thursday afternoon
Rating; PG-13
Status; Open and In Progress
Misaki stumbled along the road near the marketplace, trying to put as much distance between her and her home as possible. Her feet were moving on their own, her mind no longer in the present. Her thoughts had disconnected from her body long ago, coping with her pain in the only way they knew how. She glided in a trancelike state, one hand trying to place pressure on the gaping stomach wound, the other hanging limply at her side, just barely holding on to what was left of Miya. A broken doll with a smashed in face. An empty vessel.
Empty.
Just like herself.
“Why wasn’t it me? All I ever wanted was to by your side. I was just your toy, wasn’t I? That’s all I ever was. A toy for you and Ayako! A replacement for HER! I was there for ten years and you threw me aside when she called for you. You let them kill me! You killed me!”
The gun goes off and Madoka stops talking. She stumbles backward, bullets tearing through her body. The dagger falls to the floor and Misaki’s body sags in relief.
She hadn’t meant to hurt Madoka. Never. She just didn’t want to be alone.
Familiar arms encircle her, pulling her close as tears fall down her cheeks. There is that familiar calm which settles upon her, her body reacting to the motherly touch.
“Misaki. It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to help. I didn’t think you’d be able to save me. It’s not your fault you were a cowardly girl. Don’t cry, little one.”
Her eyes squeeze shut as she hugs the broken doll to her chest and she never hears the movement. She never registers the presence until it is too late. The hand that carries the dagger buries itself into her stomach and she looks up, betrayed.
Misaki cried out as she fell, her foot having caught on something, ruining her trance. She curled up on the ground, too tired to get up again.
“Please… I don’t want to die.”
She could feel the blood seeping into the ground, leaving her powerless and so tired. She hurt too much and the pain refused to go away.
“Somebody. Help.”
And not even a tablet to call for help.
”I don’t want to die. Please.”
(ooc: as usual prose or brackets are fine, I’ll go with whatever.)