1 Diving into Madness [Daremo or Invite][No-Kill] Wed Dec 06, 2017 7:17 pm
Kaia~Mai
D-rank
… Something wasn’t right. She awoke abruptly, though no movement came from her form. Her breathing did not change, it remained the same soft rise and fall of her chest as it had been. Even her eyes remained closed, eyes moving beneath the eyelids as she often did during slumber. To anyone who didn’t know her they would think she slumbered still. To someone whom did? It would likely be the twitch of her mouth that gave her away, the barely held back gasp that occurred upon waking so suddenly. Still, eyelids would part only slightly regardless of the hair raising feeling, just enough for her to peak between her eyelashes around the room which was dimly lit by the light coming from the beneath the mostly closed bathroom door. At first nothing seemed wrong, and then she saw it. She saw him. There was no holding back the gasp that escaped her lips this time, her form jacking up off of the mattress as her eyes flew open; back slamming against the headboard as she attempted to put as much distance between herself and the being who had no reason to be in her room – and yet whom belonged all the same. Her heart was beating so hard she could hear her blood rushing through her ears and yet she didn’t move at first, instead her gaze remained locked on the being who was leaning so casually against the door frame of her room that it seemed as if it were any other day for him.
For her… it was like madness had sprung forth and devoured her.
There was no way he was alive. She had watched him die. She had begged and pleaded for him to return, she had smacked him, hit him, beat on his chest in an attempt to perhaps fight or argue with death itself. In fact she had: she had promised things, groveled, screamed until she couldn’t speak anymore. She had done all she could to bring him back and yet none of it had worked. In the end she had had to turn him over to those whom had buried him. She had had to say goodbye. She had had to feel as if a piece of her very soul had been ripped in half, gone forever, never to return. Now though here he was in the flesh standing in her room as if it were any other day: as if he were waiting for her to wake up so they could go grab breakfast or head to the market for a day of shopping.
Her stomach turned. Morning sickness kicking in, battling through the shock to announce its arrival. Before she could say anything her body reacted out of instinct, hand covering her mouth as she all but flew off of the bed after halfway tossing the blanket from herself – cold air hitting bare flesh not covered by her black nightshirt. Her ankle tangled in the blanket, causing her to trip, stumble, and crash into the door frame of the bathroom with her right shoulder hard, but it didn’t slow her. The door was shoved open with a bang and no sooner had she collapsed on her knees before the toilet did she vomit violently: the snack of crackers she had had at some point during the night standing no chance. Her body shook and shuddered, both from tears at what she had seen and from the force of her sickness. Truly that couldn’t have been her husband. Truly that couldn’t have been her Nanashi. There was no way. She was going insane, that was all. She was losing her mind. When she finished in the bathroom she would go out into the bedroom and find it as empty as it had been. Yes, that would be it. That would be exactly what happened. Right?!
”I can’t do this…. I… can’t….”, she spoke out loud, figuring that no one would respond. She went to wrap her arms around herself and instantly winced; she had likely badly bruised her shoulder, if not having dislocated it when she smashed into it. Ignoring the pain she wrapped her arms around her stomach and shuddered once more. ”You can’t be real, you just can’t… I watched you die… I begged and pleaded for so long for you to come back but you didn’t. I had to bury you….” Tears flowed more freely: she didn’t know at this point if she was just simply giving in to the madness, or if she was just holding out for some hope that this being in her room was the real deal and not some kind of evil or cruel trick.
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For her… it was like madness had sprung forth and devoured her.
There was no way he was alive. She had watched him die. She had begged and pleaded for him to return, she had smacked him, hit him, beat on his chest in an attempt to perhaps fight or argue with death itself. In fact she had: she had promised things, groveled, screamed until she couldn’t speak anymore. She had done all she could to bring him back and yet none of it had worked. In the end she had had to turn him over to those whom had buried him. She had had to say goodbye. She had had to feel as if a piece of her very soul had been ripped in half, gone forever, never to return. Now though here he was in the flesh standing in her room as if it were any other day: as if he were waiting for her to wake up so they could go grab breakfast or head to the market for a day of shopping.
Her stomach turned. Morning sickness kicking in, battling through the shock to announce its arrival. Before she could say anything her body reacted out of instinct, hand covering her mouth as she all but flew off of the bed after halfway tossing the blanket from herself – cold air hitting bare flesh not covered by her black nightshirt. Her ankle tangled in the blanket, causing her to trip, stumble, and crash into the door frame of the bathroom with her right shoulder hard, but it didn’t slow her. The door was shoved open with a bang and no sooner had she collapsed on her knees before the toilet did she vomit violently: the snack of crackers she had had at some point during the night standing no chance. Her body shook and shuddered, both from tears at what she had seen and from the force of her sickness. Truly that couldn’t have been her husband. Truly that couldn’t have been her Nanashi. There was no way. She was going insane, that was all. She was losing her mind. When she finished in the bathroom she would go out into the bedroom and find it as empty as it had been. Yes, that would be it. That would be exactly what happened. Right?!
”I can’t do this…. I… can’t….”, she spoke out loud, figuring that no one would respond. She went to wrap her arms around herself and instantly winced; she had likely badly bruised her shoulder, if not having dislocated it when she smashed into it. Ignoring the pain she wrapped her arms around her stomach and shuddered once more. ”You can’t be real, you just can’t… I watched you die… I begged and pleaded for so long for you to come back but you didn’t. I had to bury you….” Tears flowed more freely: she didn’t know at this point if she was just simply giving in to the madness, or if she was just holding out for some hope that this being in her room was the real deal and not some kind of evil or cruel trick.
Word Count: 785