Daxarian >> #4472
Posted on 2011-11-16 02:49:30 Score: 1 (vote Up/Down)   (Report as spam)
She leans against the wall, music blasting, eyes watching, misery brewing.

The mind is empty, the soul bleak. Nothing but the beats of the tune and a place to rest, she wants nothing more.

One song draws to a close, and in the moment's pause before the next, a shrill scream, the voice of her mother, pierces the air- nothing unusual, in this house at least.

Even so, it breaks her veil of composure, and for a second, she remembers what feeling compassion and sadness is like. Her heartstrings twist into an even tighter knot as she blinks and wills herself to forget.

'It's not worth my time', she murmurs to herself. 'It's not worth it...to feel...I should just-'

She interrupts her own sentence with another shallow breath, and turns up the volume.

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