Would it even ever matter if I told you how I feel
Sept 21, 2014 9:31:59 GMT -5
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Post by Koxio on Sept 21, 2014 9:31:59 GMT -5
((The things I come up with))
Kouu Amaya sat in the music room, knowing what she was turning out to be. Somebody who you couldn't trust. And it was true--you probably shouldn't trust her. Or anybody in the school. Everybody was going crazy, or, if they weren't already, going into depression. Of course, it would seem only natural with death around you, when you're locked up in a school with basically no hope to escape. To kill was death; to be killed was death. In order to stay alive, you shouldn't trust anybody. Look where it got Chiyo and Naoki.
Kouu stared at the pocketknife in her hand. Nobody knew she suffered from depression from even before she attended to the school. Heck, nobody even knew she had the knife in general. And, truth be told, Kouu was the only person who knew she had depression. But it wasn't a big surprise, with your mother dead. The day her mother died and her sister was born--was the day she had sunk into depression. She was barely 10, barely old enough to even remember her mother. Every time she thought about her; the picture clouded up.
Kouu took off her denim jacket and threw it to the side, revealing a white dress shirt. Slowly, carefully, she brought the knife up to her left arm, and stabbed. Instantly, pink blood stained the shirt. A wave of pain; then a wave of relief. Carefully, she took the knife out, slipped it into her pocket, put on her denim jacket, and walked away from the scene.
It's not like anybody would care if I died, anyways. Desmond and I both know that I could be trying to trick him. And, truth be told, I don't want to end up killing him.
Kouu Amaya sat in the music room, knowing what she was turning out to be. Somebody who you couldn't trust. And it was true--you probably shouldn't trust her. Or anybody in the school. Everybody was going crazy, or, if they weren't already, going into depression. Of course, it would seem only natural with death around you, when you're locked up in a school with basically no hope to escape. To kill was death; to be killed was death. In order to stay alive, you shouldn't trust anybody. Look where it got Chiyo and Naoki.
Kouu stared at the pocketknife in her hand. Nobody knew she suffered from depression from even before she attended to the school. Heck, nobody even knew she had the knife in general. And, truth be told, Kouu was the only person who knew she had depression. But it wasn't a big surprise, with your mother dead. The day her mother died and her sister was born--was the day she had sunk into depression. She was barely 10, barely old enough to even remember her mother. Every time she thought about her; the picture clouded up.
Kouu took off her denim jacket and threw it to the side, revealing a white dress shirt. Slowly, carefully, she brought the knife up to her left arm, and stabbed. Instantly, pink blood stained the shirt. A wave of pain; then a wave of relief. Carefully, she took the knife out, slipped it into her pocket, put on her denim jacket, and walked away from the scene.
It's not like anybody would care if I died, anyways. Desmond and I both know that I could be trying to trick him. And, truth be told, I don't want to end up killing him.
