*Small preface- This piece is part of a larger storyline that Joanna, Myself and two others took part in. Familiar Patterns was her side.. This is Shri's*
Her own skin no longer fit her. As if a dress had been stretched across a dummy so tightly it might rip in two.
Clawing and scratching from the inside out in an effort to escape the confines of her own soul.
His eyes never left hers. Deep red, seething with malice. Hatred. Revenge. And beneath therein lay the worry.
She would never be whole again.
Vesper hung lucid around them. Rays of light lay across the water beckoning a journey.
She looked down at the space carved out of her left hand and conciously stroked the back of her skull where yet another piece was missing. Although that was of brilliant white. None of those holes matched the vast expanse sliced out of her will.
Turning slightly she whispered so that it was barely audible.
"I want to go home."
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Her own skin no longer fit her. As if a dress had been stretched across a dummy so tightly it might rip in two.
Clawing and scratching from the inside out in an effort to escape the confines of her own soul.
His eyes never left hers. Deep red, seething with malice. Hatred. Revenge. And beneath therein lay the worry.
She would never be whole again.
Vesper hung lucid around them. Rays of light lay across the water beckoning a journey.
She looked down at the space carved out of her left hand and conciously stroked the back of her skull where yet another piece was missing. Although that was of brilliant white. None of those holes matched the vast expanse sliced out of her will.
Turning slightly she whispered so that it was barely audible.
"I want to go home."
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