In My Head

Sukiro Satani

  Sukiro sat down outside of the room. She had been waiting to go inside of it for a while. She was getting a tattoo, every member of her family had it. Her feet dangled from a cold metal bench, her long black hair hanging with it. The special tattoo she had been waiting to get was so intricate and abnormal compared to regular ones that it took 3 full days to complete.

       But it would still take 3 or more years to actually begin doing whatever it did do. Sukiro neither knew nor cared about what it did in this moment, she was already ready to get it done by now. Her small black tiny shoes dangled, swinging to and fro along with her black dress. The black dress was lined with lace around the bottom. The dress itself was decorated with flowers.

The flowers were all different colors, shapes and sizes. When Sukiro grew tired of swinging her feet, she looked up. She observed the space around this forbidden room of the house. She smiled. The white walls were popcorn painted, prickly to the touch. The floor was carpeted and black.

Sukiro did have to admit, she liked the floor the most. At the end of the long hallway with a black floor and a white ceiling a large wooden door sharply creaked. Opening to reveal her mother.

Her mother was 5'5". With long black hair that she had slicked back into a shiny ponytail. She wore an all white dress with matching heels. Her nails were painted white as well. Even through the distance of the hallway Sukiros mother's eyes still could be seen from the other side. They left no room for second chances, the red eyes burned through everything else.

As her mother took her first step down the hallway Sukiro sucked in her breath. The clack of her mother's close toed heels echoing loudly through the hallway.

"They are ready to see you." Her mother's face remained straight as her voice remained monotoned. Her menacing eyes forming an arrow strong enough to kill an army of 1000 men, by itself. But Sukiro had moved and dodged it at the last second.

She smiled through her mother's blank expression. "Ok mommy!" Sukiro hopped off of the bench, her long black hair loosely bouncing with her. The multicolored flowers on her dress radiating light and love into the somewhat blank hallway.

She walked in as her mother opened the seperate tin door to the forbidden room. She pranced in, turning to face her mother. She knew that sukiro hated needles so she had promised to be there and help her with that.

So Sukiro stood there for a second or more with a hurt, and confused look on her face when her mother had turned around and left. Locking the door behind her. The loud clacking of her crisp white loubaitans walking down the hallway past this barrier. Sukiro cries were muffled as she was strapped on a table. The doors remain closed for three days.

After the procedure Sukiro exits with a black dress on. Walking down the wall. Her red eyes menacing. She placed her fingers to the wall. Her icy power flowing out of her fingers into icicles. The white wall now had a large slash in it. She stomped her way down the hall and into the door.

Without looking back she slammed the door.