[locked to Mewtwo (a place for my head)]
Shia lay stiffly on her futon, trying not to move too much. The injury she'd received earlier wasn't severe, not considering how it could have been, but it was still very painful and she didn't want to get it started back bleeding again. The white shirt she'd been wearing during the attack was ruined, stained crimson at one shoulder.
She closed the small laptop she'd found in her own world; she'd just been talking to Jack Frost on the community. He'd brought up a point that had been sore at the back of Shia's mind for some time, but she'd been trying to ignore; though, she realized, it was something she was going to have to face.
Where did she belong? Could it be that she belonged here, in a completely different world from her own? She didn't belong among her own kind, nor on Earth, and she was certain she had no place in Heaven. Perhaps this world, totally new and strange to her, could be her place. She hoped.
She closed the small laptop she'd found in her own world; she'd just been talking to Jack Frost on the community. He'd brought up a point that had been sore at the back of Shia's mind for some time, but she'd been trying to ignore; though, she realized, it was something she was going to have to face.
Where did she belong? Could it be that she belonged here, in a completely different world from her own? She didn't belong among her own kind, nor on Earth, and she was certain she had no place in Heaven. Perhaps this world, totally new and strange to her, could be her place. She hoped.