when one looks back to their childhood, one remembers the vivid springs of laughter, climbing trees and reaching out for the stars, and making flower crowns in fields of flowers. but when [name] looked back at her youth, it was void of those colorfu...
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chapter 040. alone once more
[ it's not a crime for wanting to live ]
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emptiness.
numbness.
darkness.
[name] found no reason to flicker open her eyes. she'd wished she hadn't been still in this wretched body that deserved nothing, but the world wished to put her in yet another cycle of pain and test her simply because she was alive.
the silence that she previously welcomed with open arms was disturbed by her consciousness drifting back into her. [name] wished to keep her eyes close, but her body demanded her to wake up.
flickering her eyes open, her sight was a blur of grey and white as light flooded her vision. a light sound vertrebated through her throat; it was dry, and it tried its best to sting, but she ignored it like she ignored the rest of her sore body that felt as if it had been spun around in a blender.
when her vision settled, she saw thick iron bars, and a cold floor while her head rested in someone's lap.
the voice was familiar, "y-you're awake! finally!"
[name] blinked her vision and lolled her head to face up, staring at the dark ceiling that also made her realize she was in a cell, but along with the ceiling of the prison box was a sight of familiar blonde hair.
when she looked into soft orange eyes, [name] muttered out her name in a meek voice, "...lucy?"
lucy smiled once she was able to hear her dear guildmate's voice, "yeah, it's me! thank god you're awake, [name]-chan – ah, don't get up so quickly! you're badly injured!"
[name] was trying to get up and tried to use her hands, but something clicked from behind her waist. she looked back over her shoulder and realized both her hands were handcuffed and chained together behind her back.
there were new bandages wrapped around the hole in her stomach that kizaru had made, done by someone who was not chopper for sure. her clothes were the same, only her jacket was gone and she only remained in her red scarf, white shirt (which had a ripped hole in it as well), and her black pants along with her boots. her travel bag, her combat belt, and everything else was missing.
her blurry eye began looking around, getting used to the little light in the prison box she and lucy were in together. outside the box were several other lined up together in an odd manner, meant to imprison other dangerous people.
