:: Attempt 18 | Glass House ::
"We deceive the world with lies we hide behind the smiles.
We can see the home of desperate hearts, the truth is falling down.
The illusion we've become, a fear we can't outrun—
We're closing in our emptiness, we're broken.
[...]
"We fight to cover up the scars from our charade.
There's a war between who we are until we make believe
It's over now, we're falling."
-"Glass House" by RED
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There's a slight, mind-numbing sense to the way everything seems to slow down at this moment.
In this moment in time, she's certain that she's going to lose everything she's ever known.
The flames lick at the hems of her school dress, raging against the wood paneling of the once bright walls of her home. They are so bright, brighter than what she ever thought they can look like.
Various shades of red, blue, orange and yellow fill her vision, flickering and dancing to a tune no one knows. The smoke, acrid and thick, clings to her nostrils as she instinctively inhales, subsequently sending her into a coughing fit. There is that familiar burn at the back of her eyes as she watches, gravity pulling her down, down towards the unforgiving ground which still feels warm with the last rays of the tropical sun.
She has known about it, of course. She has known that everything, every single thing she knows is gone in that same instant. She doesn't understand how she knows, but she does.
And it terrifies her all the same.
Her fingers dig into the soil, pushing deep within the earth as if to hold her there, that if she lets go, she will lose her balance and never stand up. She feels numb, numb to the heat and tumult and the cacophony of voices clamoring, sirens screeching in the early evening. Her shoulders droop, dipping downwards as her arms fall slack, her tears trickling down her cheeks in a seemingly endless stream.
It feels as if it is so easy to just let go.
"Dalhin niyo yung bata doon sa simbahan, bilisan niyo! Diyos ko, kaawa-awa naman itong batang 'to.. [Bring the child to the church, hurry! My God, this child is pitiful..]"
Hands clutch at her dirtied sleeves, hauling her up to her unstable feet. Faceless personages dust off her clothes, hustling her away from the burning edifice, into the crowd of those who are none-the-wiser, those who whisper of their unneeded condolences, of their apologies and gossip.
It is hard, harder for the little girl to look towards the only one with a gentle pair of hands, the only one who looks upon her with a grim sense of sympathy.
"Ako si Sister Maria, [I am Sister Maria,]" the woman draws closer, something akin to a veil-like garment (a 'habit', perhaps?) whipping slightly in the breeze as she approaches. "Anong pangalan mo, anak? [What is your name, child?]"
Her eyelids flutter, her chapped lips parting slowly.
"...Yukari. Yukari Himuro."
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Eyes of Azure | Assassination Classroom
Fanfiction[OFFICIALLY DISCONTINUED AS OF AUGUST 4TH, 2017.] x + x "I promised to be by your side, even if you want me to go." She is no one - and she must be, for nobody must notice a killer before they strike. She is a monster - and she knows that she is one...
