Post by leanne martel on Mar 19, 2010 4:44:26 GMT -5
It's something new you should try feeling - waking up on the other side
These walls, why do we need them? I've hidden so well...
These walls, why do we need them? I've hidden so well...
Leanne stared with dull eyes at the liquid that was draining down the sink. It was thick in this undiluted form, dripping down slowly as if it was struggling to hang on. It was odorless and looked colorless, but she knew what it was. She'd seen it many times before. It was "Mary's" favorite toxin formula.-------------------------
"Mary" usually tried to hide the batches she made in her spare time, but this time Leanne had stumbled on some. Like always, she was getting rid of it. "Mary" would be just thrilled later.
She felt her hands shake a bit, turning on the sink to wash the last traces of poison down the pipes. She looked down at the now empty glass that she'd poured it from, about to rinse it when she stopped and stared at it.
Gritting her teeth as she clenched it tighter, she all at once let an angry cry, the glass splintering into small, sharp pieces with a loud shatter as she suddenly trust it onto the hard bathroom floor.
Not bothering to do anything about the mess, she let herself lean with her back against the grimy bathroom wall, letting herself sink to the floor. She could feel that there were tears in her eyes, feeling one trace the lines of her cheek as it left a damp trail on her face. This was the first time this had happened in a while. She never remembered the time she spent as "Mary", so it was impossible for her to know exactly was she was doing, but for a while now, she hadn't been interfering much. Every so often she'd had blank places in her memory, but that was it. Nothing of notice seemed to have taken place, and she'd been able to live relatively normally. At least...as normal as anyone could in this place.
This place...this godforsaken place. It was because of him that she'd ended up here. That's right. It was his fault. He'd created "Mary", not her. None of this was her fault! Not her fault! This wasn't her fault! She slammed her head against the back of the wall from where she sat, feeling a new sting on her scalp as she let her body slump again. It...wasn't her fault...
Leanne felt her face slump into her knees, letting herself stay in that position for a while. "Mary" had just appeared one day. She couldn't even remember when anymore. She couldn't remember when the blackouts had stared, though she remembered the night her mother and her wretched excuse for a father had died as clear as the ring of a bell. He was gone now. She wanted to believe that "Mary" might just vanish one day in the same way she'd first appeared, or slowly fizzle away until there was nothing left of her. She'd only started to hope that that might be the case these last few weeks, but now that hope was shattered. Obviously, "Mary" was still up with her usual hobbies after all. She'd just gotten a bit better at hiding her work. The girl pulled her knees closer, her fingers grasping the material of her pants tightly.
Leanne wasn't sure how long she stayed like that, but eventually she passed a last glance at the glass shards on the floor before forcing herself to get up.
If she lingered here in the bathroom, someone would find her eventually, anyway. She didn't feel like she had the strength to clean the glass up, either. Her limbs felt weak, and her hands were sweaty and shaking. She needed to rest. That's right...rest. She needed to sleep and make this all go away. "Mary". The face of her father. This place. Even if it was only for a few hours.
She slowly walked over and undid the lock on the door, creaking it open. Her eyes were still dull, the girl's thoughts elsewhere as the hallway where the HOLiCs resided became visible once more. As she took her hand off the doorknob, she absently noticed a cut on her hand. It must've been from the glass...she'd have to fix that up later.
For now, though, she decided that it might be best to just return to bed, the girl stepping out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit hallway.
~Tagged: Open
~Words: 713
~Lyrics: The Hider by VersaEmerge
~Notes: Open to anyone, feel free to take it in any direction you want :p
