[it's night when she stirs, feeling like she's surfacing, throat dry - she coughs, and it hurts, everything hurts so deeply, like every nerve was ground against the pavement. the bed she's in - bed? she remembers the forest, the scent of the plants, the earth, her own blood. things are so strange, swimming in her head, and her dreams have been so far away, like she's been melted down for ore, reshaped. scented in blood, the taste of it in her mouth, cold and falling-
her body in new and strange configurations. but she's alive - alive, her heartbeat says, even as it hurts to breathe.
she can't help the soft sound she makes, trying to move - her limbs are heavy, and they hurt - it smells clean in here, and she's trying to place it even as her head is foggy. so strongly, she recalls not wanting to die, and here she is. but how? she should have bled out on the ground, should have been left as a corpse for someone to find, no matter how hard she had tried to think of the way back, some miracle that would have brought her body back to them. who...how, she has to think.]
[she can keep it together enough, keep herself managed until Shin and Alice leave. she can remain happy, and kind, and be there as a friend for them. and all the while, her heart hurts worse and worse, until they depart and she hears footsteps fade.
the lie should blacken her tongue, rot her soul. the lie should be obvious, and they should press her until her blood leaks from her veins, until her bones crush. guilt claws at her throat, sears her inside. until it's too much to bear, away from them.
even though it makes her injuries hurt, her chest full of pain, she has to weep. for them, who don't know she's lying. for herself, for being such a wicked person.]
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her body in new and strange configurations. but she's alive - alive, her heartbeat says, even as it hurts to breathe.
she can't help the soft sound she makes, trying to move - her limbs are heavy, and they hurt - it smells clean in here, and she's trying to place it even as her head is foggy. so strongly, she recalls not wanting to die, and here she is. but how? she should have bled out on the ground, should have been left as a corpse for someone to find, no matter how hard she had tried to think of the way back, some miracle that would have brought her body back to them. who...how, she has to think.]
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the lie should blacken her tongue, rot her soul. the lie should be obvious, and they should press her until her blood leaks from her veins, until her bones crush. guilt claws at her throat, sears her inside. until it's too much to bear, away from them.
even though it makes her injuries hurt, her chest full of pain, she has to weep. for them, who don't know she's lying. for herself, for being such a wicked person.]
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