Anna Nanashi
Its not your fault I am bitch,
I’m a monster
Yukiluna didn’t know what to say or do as she had tried to keep him from leaving, but some saying are true such as ‘love was never meant for a monster. This saying her once read rang through her head. Was that what he thought of her? A monster? A freak of nature? What was it about being this ‘Fullbringer?’ She never heard this word before. She knew it didn’t mean anything good, since he broke it off right then and there. No reason, No emotion, nothing? Was tonight just a lie? He saved her so many times from dying or bad things happening to her? If it was a lie, why did he save her? Why didn’t he let that one male cut her for embarrassing him, or the gang of punks at that one bar have their way with her. So many questions about tonight rang through her head Did she do something wrong he didn’t like? Was it something she said? Was all the death today really caused because of her? Why was it when she was in trouble, he was there? She didn’t know what he might say to those questions. She leaned against the wall placing her hand over the wound on her arm she pulled that hand to her face, Finding a lot of fresh blood. Her wound was getting worse.
She slid down to the base of the wall looking up . The question of why she didn’t end it all swirled into her head. She had plenty of reasons, Her family dying on her birthday, She being put in an mental hospital for almost half a year. What a pathetic existence. She lost connection with reality but the doctors think that she developed Chronic Bi-polar and a split personality disorder. Though each time the other personality came out, she herself went black. Her mind. She could feel something taking control. It always came out when she wasn’t able to coop with the world. With the reason of why anyone or thing lived Was that the reason she had been alive all these years? Her other side has been keeping her form ending her own life, pressing her forward. She was on enough medication to knock out an elephant. Some or depression, others for her bi polar some for her split personality. The list of how screwed up in the head she was just went on and on. She saw the therapist several times a week, especially when she has her mental break downs, which hasn’t happened for a while since her knew medication and her opening the store. She attempted standing up feeling cold and weak. She moved towards the door seeing the room move. She managed to pull the door open moving out. The outside was somewhat cold as she stumbled around feeling blood race down her arm like a tortoise. She saw someone at a distance before she could feel herself falling. it felt like forever till she black out right before hitting the ground. The last thing that managed to come out of her mouth was a whispered “Udar….Sha”
I’m a monster
Yukiluna didn’t know what to say or do as she had tried to keep him from leaving, but some saying are true such as ‘love was never meant for a monster. This saying her once read rang through her head. Was that what he thought of her? A monster? A freak of nature? What was it about being this ‘Fullbringer?’ She never heard this word before. She knew it didn’t mean anything good, since he broke it off right then and there. No reason, No emotion, nothing? Was tonight just a lie? He saved her so many times from dying or bad things happening to her? If it was a lie, why did he save her? Why didn’t he let that one male cut her for embarrassing him, or the gang of punks at that one bar have their way with her. So many questions about tonight rang through her head Did she do something wrong he didn’t like? Was it something she said? Was all the death today really caused because of her? Why was it when she was in trouble, he was there? She didn’t know what he might say to those questions. She leaned against the wall placing her hand over the wound on her arm she pulled that hand to her face, Finding a lot of fresh blood. Her wound was getting worse.
She slid down to the base of the wall looking up . The question of why she didn’t end it all swirled into her head. She had plenty of reasons, Her family dying on her birthday, She being put in an mental hospital for almost half a year. What a pathetic existence. She lost connection with reality but the doctors think that she developed Chronic Bi-polar and a split personality disorder. Though each time the other personality came out, she herself went black. Her mind. She could feel something taking control. It always came out when she wasn’t able to coop with the world. With the reason of why anyone or thing lived Was that the reason she had been alive all these years? Her other side has been keeping her form ending her own life, pressing her forward. She was on enough medication to knock out an elephant. Some or depression, others for her bi polar some for her split personality. The list of how screwed up in the head she was just went on and on. She saw the therapist several times a week, especially when she has her mental break downs, which hasn’t happened for a while since her knew medication and her opening the store. She attempted standing up feeling cold and weak. She moved towards the door seeing the room move. She managed to pull the door open moving out. The outside was somewhat cold as she stumbled around feeling blood race down her arm like a tortoise. She saw someone at a distance before she could feel herself falling. it felt like forever till she black out right before hitting the ground. The last thing that managed to come out of her mouth was a whispered “Udar….Sha”
I came this way, all this way
Just to say, ay
This time won’t you save me,
I’m giving up baby.
Just to say, ay
This time won’t you save me,
I’m giving up baby.