Dream

Breath heaved as the body was pulled heavily through the hall, limp feet sliding from the white tile onto wooden planks. The trail left behind streaked red onto the brown hardwood. Shakily, the girl stretched her arm forward, her hand dripping and splattering crimson liquid across the floor as it grabbed at the wall and pulled. The nails dug into the wooden door frame, tugging the girl's own body exhaustedly onto delicate tatami mats.

Pain reflected in the black eyes as they winced, watering hotly as tears fell, adding to the streaks that already lined the girl's face. On the edge of consciousness, her body gave out, thudding on the floor as it fell. Her eyes stared, streaming tears. In them, scenes of the past flashed by. A girl who resembled herself turned away from her; the faces of loved ones slid down walls, streaking them red; the feeling of fear, hiding from something unimaginably terrifying; and the loneliness that she felt her whole life, the only thing familiar and close to her, the very thing that had caused her so much torment throughout her life, had caused a reaction inside her she had worked so hard to keep covered. The pain that had been bottled for centuries, the scars left secretly unhealed, were now dripping from her, tears from her eyes and blood from her veins.

She longed for the touch of another, the comfort that any human required, and her lack of humanity would be the only thing in her way. Her tired eyes lifted and rose to meet those of someone across the room from her. The eyes, black like her own, stared silently, almost sadly at the girl, surrounded by white, even-length strands of glossy hair. The doll to which the eyes belonged rested motionlessly in the corner, propped up by the stiff fabric of her dress.

With her last amount of energy, the girl pulled herself off the stained tatami. Her body yearned for the doll, hoping its loneliness and hers would meld together, disappearing, giving her a bitterly small taste of what she before had only witnessed with longing eyes. Pulling her dying body, every inch sending a wave of tremendous pain through her veins, her limbs, to the tips of her fingers till they trembled violently from weakness, her shaking red hand reaching out, stretching to the extent of it's length, her fingers extended, grasping for the doll, for the one who's eyes mirrored her own. The tears in her eyes blurred her already dying vision, though the body pushed itself harder, striving for the touch. The image of the doll blurred, she was no longer able to distinguish between the pieces of her dress, only fading colors, blackening to grey, and then darkness...

... The black eyes looked sorrowfully at the body before it. The girl, her black hair strewn about her head, lacing between thinly parted lips, dipping into the growing pool that filled the tiny cracks of the tatami mats, her hand laying motionless, mere feet from the doll, a distance that was so painstakingly almost covered, stared with an empty gaze into the eyes of the doll. Her last tear fell, stroking her cheek before joining the red liquid that continued to seep into the cracks of the tatami.

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