That Funny Feeling [MHA]

What lightning feels like [#007]

  Kenzo knows she's disposable, as all quirkless children learn. This didn't make her any less scared though. She was drowsy, fuzzy, and everything blurred in a mess of color and distorted sound. Kenzo wanted to scream, to talk, to make any sound at all, but she was weak. Kenzo couldn't feel her limbs and was in a constant awareness of her heart thumping in her ears. The numbness of not being able to twitch your fingers and the consistent buzz and ring of not being able to hear left Kenzo terrified, with only the smell of cinnamon and the sting of her eyes to comfort her.

Kenzo awoke in an all white room. The walls were padded. There wasn't a bed, and to Kenzos knowledge, not a door or a window either.

Kenzo's breath quickened, not even bothering getting off the floor. Eyes wide and shot, and suddenly everything seemed so so helpless. There was no immediate trigger, and Kenzo Scrambled and clawed for a memory, an answer. Nothing.

When Kenzo awoke her first thought wasn't where she was, because she knew, but why? Didn't you love her? I thought better of you father, mother.

"Why!" Kenzo screamed. The side of her face pressed onto the white padded floor as Kenzo clutched her arms. "WHY!?" Kenzos cheeks hurt.

No answer, not even a twitch.

Hiccups filled the room. She was still in her clothes from before, relishing in the contrasting color of her oversized yellow sweater she had stolen from her mothers closet.

Kenzo had a headache and had been laying on the floor for as long as she had been conscious. Her eyes were dry and uncomfortably warm and it didn't mix well with the pressure on her temples. Help me.

Please.

But nobody came.

Maybe Kenzo had to scream it, to beg that her life was worth saving, for the attention. She didn't.

There was a small sound in the most silent room, it reminded Kenzo of the stopwatches she had seen in movies. Tik, tik, tik, ..tik, tik, tik, ..tik, over and over. If there was a clock Kenzo couldn't see one.

I wonder how Taro's doing?

A machine whired to life.

I hope he's ok.

Several children screamed as they melded.

I hope he's happy.

It hurts.

Tik, tik, tik, ..tik,

Kenzo was strapped to a table, a scrap of leather clenched in between her teeth. Everything was so, blurry. There were people, that Kenzo knew. Dressed in white, why was everything always white? Oh wait, the walls are gray. Tik, tik, tik... Kenzo felt lazy, unbothered with it all, she duly noted that someone could cut off her feet and she wouldn't care.

Two strangers stood above her, if they were saying anything Kenzo couldn't hear them. One, the one behind her with a clipboard, motened to blurry figure number two. The other blur of white stood next to a machine that, as Kenzo followed the copious amount of pipes and plastic tunnels filled with red, she found a single one embedded into the veins of her left wrist.

Huh.

Blurry figure one held up three fingers.

Three

Two

One...

It started slow, or at least Kenzo thought so, but it was hard to ignore what Kenzo couldn't help but think lightning felt like traveling up your arm. By the time it had reached her shoulder Kenzos hand felt like it was on fire, like every drop of blood was bubbling, she swore it would explode. When it had made its way to her neck Kenzo couldn't breath, teeth clenching through leather with pain piercing like two needles pushing through the sides of her head in a successful attempt to pierce two tiny holes in her skull, all to reach her brain.

Kenzo's fingernails felt like they were slowly bending to a pressure she couldn't see, her toes curled and her small legs kicked, trying to figure out whether or not she should buckle her knees or run, only to have her ankles pulled to metal.

Kenzo couldn't close her eyes, not even when it felt like fire was tearing down her face. Kenzo couldn't scream, too busy clenching her teeth. Kenzo couldn't hear the clicking and scratching of a pen on paper, the sound of rushing liquid and the pop and boil. Kenzo could only taste leather.

It was horrid, it hurt.

The next time Kenzo woke up in her new white room she didn't get up, a new bandage was added to her wrist. Drowsy, she still felt the sting in her veins, she has a headache.

I wish I could have finished my book, Kenzo thought, eyes drifting in a haze. I wonder what they did with it.

Tik

,tik

,tik,

..tik,

Hope they like reading about fairies, Kenzo had always thought of them to be so pretty.

I don't want this, Kenzo thinks, a smiling young boy with purple hair and eyes like melted gold filled her head.

Her cheeks hurt, she could feel her teeth pressed onto a plush white floor.

I hate white.