1 Secrets I Wanted to Keep {open, no kill} Thu Mar 21, 2013 9:29 pm
Jezzi
D-rank
Jezzi jolted up in her wooden bedroll. It was early that morning, and she had roused herself from a nightmare. The room around her was dark, save a very faint light breaking the night into dawn. She held her forehead with her small shaky hand, trying to remember the dream. She had forgotten most of it save the creeping feelings of horror and the nauseating smell of blood and loneliness. She took several deep breaths and attempted to snap herself back into reality. The world around her seemed foggier than usual, and the room spun, making her feel sick to her stomach. She stood up, and steadied herself, shaking her head. She got dressed into black track pants and a yellow gi top, and clipped the longer part of her back with hair clips. She looked into the cracked mirror that hung on the decaying wall, barely able to make her own image out. The girl in the mirror looked paler than usual that day, the blush in her cheeks absent. She decided to leave, she didn't know where to go, but she had to get out of that shack.
Jezzi left her small living arrangements and made her way out of the slums, aimlessly moving like she was half-dead or walking in her sleep. She didn't bother eating that morning; the nauseating pit in her stomach had taken her appetite away. The voice that usually scolded her or belittled her for doing stupid things was absent, and she had trouble forming thoughts. She was near the centre of the village when she found she had trouble moving forward. She stopped and held her head in her hands, the world around her spun at an incredible degree. She looked up to see the ground closing in on her, and the world went black. She lay unconscious on the ground, the people around her not seeming to notice her small unmoving form.
Jezzi left her small living arrangements and made her way out of the slums, aimlessly moving like she was half-dead or walking in her sleep. She didn't bother eating that morning; the nauseating pit in her stomach had taken her appetite away. The voice that usually scolded her or belittled her for doing stupid things was absent, and she had trouble forming thoughts. She was near the centre of the village when she found she had trouble moving forward. She stopped and held her head in her hands, the world around her spun at an incredible degree. She looked up to see the ground closing in on her, and the world went black. She lay unconscious on the ground, the people around her not seeming to notice her small unmoving form.