Control (Krusie)

1- Nothing

Feeling the warmth of the sunlight felt odd with no emotions bubbling up inside you.

But it was the price to pay.

He felt nothing at the sight of his bloody floor.

He felt nothing still with the sanguine stain of his shirt.

Nothing at all.

Nothing.

A blank look with the oddly cold stare of crimson eyes.

No horror.

No fear.

Once again, nothing.

Was emptiness wrong? was it right?

Kris did not care for either of the two.

But even in his emotionless state, he moved. Strangely concerned of how his mother would react to this bloody sight.

There was still a dampened mark that his soul left, or at least that was what it was shown because somehow, deep inside, he was still Kris.

Kris just threw himself out of bed, taking off his sweater and using it to wipe the floor, unsanitary but effective.

Eyes dull and lifeless, hidden by his brunet locks. Undeniably pale than his tanned skin, lips pursed to a thin line.

Wiping the pavement clean was no easy task without water, and his chest still had that fresh wound, but was slightly covered by dried blood.

Still, the smears were mearly faded paint now. Just another stain that was left in this floor.

Contented (strangely), Kris left his room and slipped to the bathroom.

The water against his wound felt like nothing once again. He felt numb, this was all too new, but that still didn't faze his lifeless gaze.

Just another day.

Nothing new.

But why did he feel slightly ecstatic to go to school?

There was the remnant of his soul once more, making him feel something that was not suppose to be felt.

Still, he was as lifeless as you could see. Like a puppet dangling, awaiting for its use.

But that thought was revolting to hear, wasn't it? It was a sickening thing to say.

Kris just sighed, but it was so blunt, no sadness, no worry, just nothing.

All that was heard after was the last pitter patter of dripping water and the squeak of the faucet being shut.

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A scowl and a great stature.

Skin a dull shade of purple and hair the color of wine.

Shoulders relaxed underneath her indigo coat.

No one dared mess with this particular female. She'd have your head adorned in her bedroom with even so much as a witty comeback.

Susie had no worry in the world at this moment. Being late was not one to be worried about as most, if not all, are scared of her. Even teachers are terrified of her, as many presume.

Susie walked into the hall with no fear nor care, just that scowl that made most freeze at the sight.

The halls echoed because of her heavy steps. The only other sound that was heard was the distant chatter of unruly students.

Susie still continued moving, but with a steady pace, as she did not give so much as a speck of care for punctuality.

But even in that case, she was still happy to see her new friend.