𝕂𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕜𝕖-𝕆𝕟𝕟𝕒: 𝕛𝕙𝕤𝕜

十

『ᴀ L̷͙͙̩̇͘i̶̺͗͌͠f̸̝̍͑e̶̞̻͒ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍE̶̱̬̓̍͌m̵̘̻̉͌b̷̧̰̽e̴̯͈͌r̵̠͗̀̆: C̷̡͈͔̄̚h̸̼͓̑͋̌a̴̠̪̓̈̿p̶̡̜͑̓ᴛᴇʀ 10』

The voices within your head continued to grow and manifest into something you felt consuming your life. It came in waves and episodes that you couldn't control. You whimpered underneath your sheets, your arms covering your head as you cried in the darkness. You felt your mind splitting in two each and every time your tears fell to the once comforting sheets. Your futon wasn't as warm as you remembered. Your room was barricaded to avoid any sort of escapism, you'd be given only two meals a day to monitor your weight and appearance before your big day. You'll be fitting a new kimono and decorated nicely for the man of 'your dreams'. You were about to get married in a couple of days and you will see your husband there. You were scared.

Of course, you would be scared.

Your husband is a fully grown adult, possibly in his mid-thirties. He must have been extremely rich if he was able to buy you through your parents. You were afraid about who he was, and who he could be. You knew nothing about this man, and yet it feels as if he might know everything about you. Furthermore, you were scared of the voice that occasionally scratched within your mind, clawing it's way out to freedom. You dug your nails into your skull and continued to cry underneath your blankets.

D̷̡̩͍̻̆͊͊ơ̵̹̗͓̮̥̈́ ̷̹̤̯͉̀̽̾̍̕͝͠ý̴͇͕̥̈́̀̍͜ơ̵̥̗̣̮̘̮͚͒̈̏ͅư̷̦̤̥̔̍̃ ̶̢͇̮̪͛w̴̛͍̹̘̋͗̏̍a̷̫̜͓̻̥͑̄̓̀̈̇͆n̴̪̲͊̎͑͆̀̕ṯ̵̢̱̘̙̙̯̐̔̾̑̂̌͠ ̴̨̳̺̤̪̹͈͘͝ṯ̶͂͑̈́̇̕ǒ̷̤̺͔̟̟̐̓̿͠ ̶̬̘͙͖̈́̾̄͐͑b̷̧̗̹̞̗͚̂̊e̶͉̅̈̋͂͝ ̶̦̖̲͘͜f̷̲͙̼͛̉͝ŕ̴̡͓͍̖̝é̷̜̗̤̼ę̸̰̬̘̼̩͆̂̿̊̂̕?̴͍͍̈́̕

You had no choice and nothing else to do. You were fulfilling the duty of the (L/n) clan, and now you will fulfill the duty of a perfect wife. What makes a perfect wife? Beauty and loyalty. Your main priorities were to offer your husband a child and home to stay, but you didn't want to live that way. . . You were no longer the (Y/n) you thought you were, a free bird or drifting petal. You were someone entirely new, and you hated that.

You hated not being the person you want to be.

You hated it so much it made your blood boil.

You hated him.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you came back to reality.

(̷͕̩̰͈͇̪̬͉͚̯̤̎̓ͅͅY̵̠̪̘̞̬̥͖̲̰͇͉͕͎̜̾̐̋͗̄/̴̮̖̱͔̠̦̦̈́͐̾̏͆̔̏̈͋̏͒͜n̸̰͉̰̞̝̓̊͜͠)̴̡̜̱͚̜̩̱̞͔̲̋̉͊ͅͅ.̵̧̧̛̫̣͚̘̟̖̤͚̺͕̻̲͂͛̍̇͗̓̐̄͘͝ͅ ̸̟̰̣͎̗̹̟͑͐̒̑͆.̶̛̗̄̿̓̿̾̐̕͝͝ ̷̯͍͔͖̖̱͔̥̗͉͔̖̊̑̊͒̄̂́͊͋̽͗̑͘.̵̧̨̨̱͈̜͊͌̚ ̵̢̥͍̠̹͕̏̇̌͆͛̈̾̅͆̑̎͑Į̷̭͖͓͇͓͔̩͕̺̱̫̦̿̈͛̌̇̎̚͜͜ ̸̯̪̞̻̬̣̘͔̥͛̀͗͆̀́͗̏̄̉̆̌͝͝͝ͅẁ̵̞̥̬̙̙̖̻̖̤̞̭̦̔̐͑̋̉͋̾͑̾͒͌̽o̴̡̲͔̓̏̿̓̃̈͊̐̈́͌̋͊̾͘̕n̵͕̥͓̱̬̹̿͌̃̐̚'̷̢̹͚͆̂͗̀͊̍̿̐͐̋̈̓̓̂t̴̥̐͑͒̅͂̐̐̈͐̒͝ ̷̨̧̧̱̮̟̲͇̲̙̪̔̏̈̇̅̍̓̓́̊m̸̢̧̨̛̫̮̮̯̮̰̱͎̬̻̆͒̓̎̽̒̾͂͜͝ą̶̜̹̲̙̝̍͗̊̓̀̔̈́̑̋̓̿̐͜k̶̫̬͇̤͕̩͓̭̆̄͐͑̉̔̐̊̈̈́̾ͅͅe̸̛̲̝͕̼͈̘̟̳͚͆̽̔̕͝ ̵̻̗̭͙̙̩͓̗̟͉̀̈́͗̾͝ŷ̸̢̱͕̙̺̦͈̳̪͚̼̣̩̲̓͋̆̑͑͌̀̂̉͂̽́̓̕ṍ̵̧̯̟̗̙̬̈́̎̒̍͑͋̿͗͌̇̉͝ų̸̨̛̼̼̜̻̤̖̪̩̦͔͔̆͛̃̈́͑̈́͐̋́̀͛̌͂͘ ̴̡̨͔̤͕̼̯͚̗͙͙̒͒̒̌̔͊̒̏̈́͠č̸̢͖̻͍̜̺̩̜͓̜̞̦͈̘̍͐͛̽̾̉͝͝r̶̡̡̰͔̰͗̓͆͗̾̌́͠y̶̧͇̫̙̖̣̝͈̪͙͊̉͆͗̿́͂̅̔͝͝.̷̧̛̱͕̭͔̭̯̈́̀̐̈́̉͆̈́̋͋̅̃͘ ̸̨̥̮̚̕