Emotion Chaser

Chapter 3

She flies with her scythe in hand, raising it to her back as she falls to the demon filled with grass and little creatures. The scythe sliced a piece of the demon apart, and she balanced herself on the small branches that it used as arms. She hits the little leaves out of her way as she runs towards the demon, climbing up its branches and slicing them off as they try to catch her. She then took a jump and slashed the neck of the creature, causing it to fall.

She then landed on the ground, staring at the fallen creature as it started to dissolve into a small gem. It reminds her of the first time she's beaten a demon—Gya and Emma were there to cheer on her, but they're no longer here. They're out in another part of the city killing other demons. And it didn't bother her, therefore she's used to being alone. But something was missing every time she fights alone, a lot of things are missing. And she doesn't know if it's normal to feel this way. Sometimes she pretends that she's happy and talks to herself as if they're still there fighting alongside her.

An amethyst formed. Giselle looked at it, "Hey, it's an Amethyst this time" She walked towards it and picked it up. And even if it was the size of her palm, it was so heavy she had to let it be. So, she placed it down, "You're heavy for quite a small stone huh" She spoke to it, pretending it was alive. "Goodbye Amethyst" Finally, she waved at the Amethyst and then walked away, letting the ground consume it before anyone else notices.

Walking away from the alleyway, she stared at the people as they were walking past her with smiles on their faces. Some were groups of friends joking around, some were couples, some were alone, yet not lonely. All she feels is longingness, she feels the need to be like them. She wants to be like them so badly that it tires her, it tires her to be waiting and trying. So, she takes a break. There was a small garden nearby, with a small river beside it. She looks at it and decides to sit in front of the river.

The clouds were in many different shapes, some were circles, some were in shapes of cats and many different objects, some had no shape, and they were just there. She tried to enjoy them but gave up easily and instead stared at the river. Everything felt dull to her, there was no color, no sound, no feeling at all as if it was just a picture she was looking at. The thought of a picture had crowded her mind, until she felt like she was no longer there and believed that she was part of a picture.

She thought that she may have been alive in another life, but she's stuck in this simulation filled with people that were supposed to be part of a painting. She stops blinking for a minute, her mind flying out of her skull completely. What if this wasn't real, and I must find my way out of here? What if I could have the chance to be alive right now and--

She feels something crawling on her. It interrupts her thinking for a second and forces her to look towards what is crawling onto her, making her have an itchy sensation. She looks towards her arm and notices a small leach trying to suck her blood. For the first time, she felt fear deep in her heart, it hit her just randomly. She didn't even know she could feel that way, it's as if she forgot she couldn't feel any pain at all.

The realization then hit her, that she couldn't feel anything. But then the little leach began to feed itself on one of her cuts. The fear inside of her began to rise as it did. It was like a breath of fresh air, to finally feel something. She began to smile as she felt the blood run out of her into the leach, it satisfied her to know she was finally feeling something.

She saw another leech crawl into her arm, and with fear rising, she welcomed it. Letting itself feed from her bleeding arms, and letting other leaches drink her blood as well. She has never felt like this before, a new kind of thing. A solution to her problem, and now something she'll always crave. She'll crave the fear of insects when they crawl on her so disgustingly, she'll crave the need to scream whenever she feels the itching sensation of them. That's what makes her feel alive.