When you're broken, you can't be fixed. It's like having a snapped arm for the rest of your life- you can feel the pain and you know you can't do anything about it, but after a while you just stop feeling and the world stops feeling with you.
Ana's face lit up in worry. Her arm reached out towards mine and her lips released a well-needed sigh.
"Daidrik, are you okay?" She seemed genuinely interested and it seemed so odd compared to the other Superiors' actions. My lips opened to reveal a question, my trust warming up to her. But I could feel that something programmed deep inside didn't want me to do this. As if I was being warned by a God that she was to be untrusted.
"Why are you so nice to me?" The words escaped my lips before the traitorous thoughts could dare to finish in my head. Her lips seemed to trimble and her hands shook a bit, very little but obvious signs to her nervousness. It seemed to take her a moment to find the right phrase and that little voice inside of me began to wail. It wailed so loud I almost didn't hear her response.
"Because I feel that nobody should be treated that way," She responded, her best fake smile finding it's way to her face. The voice pleaded with me, screaming in my ears, pounding on my head, but still I ignored it. She was the closest thing to living that I had right now and I didn't feel like losing that just yet. I turned away from her and as I peered back, her eyes seemed to glaze over.
My head turned sharply and what she saw, I could not see. My eyes were glowing again, but the markings burned this time. My brain pieced what was going on until finally, I could tell that they were glowing too. The pain seared through my face, lighting my eyes up as if they were LEDs. My hands flew up to my face and bloody tears fell onto the floor.
The injection they had shot into my veins was taking full effect. In my eyes, I was a monster. A failure. Something that they ruined. My wings folded out into their full span and my legs gave out on me. And as I suffered, Ana just stood there. Her face was blank and her body was unresponding. suddenly, the room turned dark.
My eyes had stopped glowing long ago and the light that had I had previously seen was an illusion, a trick played on me by myself. And although it was not there, what I had seen was real. I clamped my lids shut and got into the so very welcoming fetal position. Blood pooled around me and I began to feel dizzy.
The voice screeched in my brain now and before I could tell myself to listen to it, I was gone. I had fell down and broke like any other useless thing in the world.
It's raining It's pouring
My life is oh-so boring
I broke it down and now it's stopped
Oh look, oh look- It's gone.
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Finality
HorrorDiadrik lived the perfect life. Her family was wealthy, she was the youngest of two sisters, and she had almost everything she could ever dream of. That was, until she was found out to be impure. Destined to be a powerless being for the rest of her...
