Fan Fiction ❯ Band-Aids ❯ Pushing Away ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Fifteen minutes earlier, she had been only halfway insane, curled up into a helpless ball at the White Rabbit. She only wanted to be alone, but that couldn't happen with Neo around. Nooo, he had to open his @#%$ mouth, and say "Don't tell me I'm wearing off on you..." She broke his jaw for that, and when trying to escape outside for some peace, he went and kept talking. "Don't tell me strong Miss Kuro is depressed over nothing she needs to be. Sure not SHE of all people could be..." She broke his knee for that, then quickly shifted into her fox form, the body she'd only used maybe three times before then. But she was desparate to get away from it all. More or less, to end it all.
And that's what drove her over the edge...Those were the final words that made her jump...It made her forget that she still loved the regulars back at the bar. That was half her problem though. She had obliterated thoughts of Carrie and Mindy, her first best-friends...Azrael, whom she had looked up to, but never actually idolized as much as Bitchtard Neo...She would never miss him...The bastard who screwed her over constantly and sapped her condolences for all they were worth and made her jump in the end. Xephyre...She had liked that kid...about 5 years younger, he looked, but he had still become a friendly acquaintance of hers.
But it was all too late...Too damn late.
The wind that blew back her hair on her tumble down couldn't cut through the bipolarity, and snap her to reality. This was her medicine, her solution. It was selfish, in retrospect.
Forgetting about everybody she had come to love...So self-absorbed, all the thoughts of getting herself out...away from the anarchist, asshole-ridden world. Pushing away from the memories, the ridiculing from people, the constant nudging depression always at the back of her mind...The alcohol dependency, the need to murder...And just recently, the ecstacy...So many problems, so much bittersweet rhapsody in her mind...
"Hmm? I don't hurt...Where is the pain? Everything...black...inky black...
Wait...no pain? This must mean...
No...
But...
It's the only thing left...
It's over.
I'm dead."
And that's what drove her over the edge...Those were the final words that made her jump...It made her forget that she still loved the regulars back at the bar. That was half her problem though. She had obliterated thoughts of Carrie and Mindy, her first best-friends...Azrael, whom she had looked up to, but never actually idolized as much as Bitchtard Neo...She would never miss him...The bastard who screwed her over constantly and sapped her condolences for all they were worth and made her jump in the end. Xephyre...She had liked that kid...about 5 years younger, he looked, but he had still become a friendly acquaintance of hers.
But it was all too late...Too damn late.
The wind that blew back her hair on her tumble down couldn't cut through the bipolarity, and snap her to reality. This was her medicine, her solution. It was selfish, in retrospect.
Forgetting about everybody she had come to love...So self-absorbed, all the thoughts of getting herself out...away from the anarchist, asshole-ridden world. Pushing away from the memories, the ridiculing from people, the constant nudging depression always at the back of her mind...The alcohol dependency, the need to murder...And just recently, the ecstacy...So many problems, so much bittersweet rhapsody in her mind...
"Hmm? I don't hurt...Where is the pain? Everything...black...inky black...
Wait...no pain? This must mean...
No...
But...
It's the only thing left...
It's over.
I'm dead."