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The Breaking-Broken Girl

 

 

 

Kagome woke... and woke... and she woke from a dream that haunted her with truths that felt as though they had to be lies. Lies that she wanted to happen. To never happen. And she'd brush these aside and focus on the here and now. But, when she slept, she couldn't escape her truths. Her truths, which felt like lies, which were scratching at her heart. Her fragile, tattered heart that would have her push away the horrible truth to save itself. Leaving her lost in her denial.

Except for when she slept. And when she'd sleep, she'd dream of things she wish she never knew.

Hands pushed through dirt, frantically searching, rocks and bones biting through skin. Nails torn. Breath ragged. Body shaking. Heart screaming. Breaking. Ripping. Shattering. Quivering lips and tear-streaked cheeks dirty. Filthy. The world was getting darker, harder, smaller. She'd scream, but it was trapped in her throat. Flittering. Fluttering. Choking. The shards and debris, the wreckage that is her heart, scathing her soul. Shredding her spirit.

Hands shoved into dirt. Fingers like tough, ragged worms. Tortured. Beat. Tormented. And she digs. Scooping dirt. Breaking nails. Scratching skin. Her hopes and dreams and love and hurt all caught in her throat. Choking. Leaving her breathless. Shaken. Shocked. Fractured. Pained.

Digging her way to the past.

She woke... and woke... and she woke from a dream that haunted her with truths that felt like lies. The harsh beauty, ugly reality, and horrible unfairness of the world hallowing her out inside. But she's good at acting. Life leaving her shell behind. A broken porcelain doll that once was the girl.

She hears her name. She hardly remembers. Something from her past life. Someone from her past heart. And she laments. She turns. She twists. She strains. Grasping at something that's not there. Something that's there. Something. Nothing. Everything. She cries. Weeps. Contorts. Breaks.

And it's a name that she remembers. It's a voice she can't place. It's something she needs. Something she had... has for the time being. And she fights for it. Struggles for it. Longs for it.

She woke... and woke... and she woke from a dream that felt like lies but she knows is the truth. The brutally honest, harsh reality of things. But she has enough time to sob when it's over. She has enough time to lament and wither and weep and die when it's over.

A smile. A touch. A word. Her world collides. Collapses. Crumbles. And he doesn't know that her heart is cracking. Her soul is ripping. Her hopes are breaking. Her dreams are stumbling. He doesn't know that she's already dieing. Too caught up in his own despair. She descends.

A smile. A touch. A word. His world collides. Collapses. Crumbles. And she doesn't know that his heart is broken. His soul is ripped. His hopes are dashed. His dreams are lost. She doesn't know that he's already dead. Too caught up in her own descent. He rots.

She woke... and woke... and she woke from a dream that haunted her with truths that felt as though they had to be lies. Lies that she wanted to happen. To never happen. And she'd brush these aside and focus on the here and now. But, when she slept, she couldn't escape her truths. Her truths, which felt like lies, which were scratching at her heart. Her fragile, tattered heart that would have her push away the horrible truth to save itself. Leaving her lost in her denial.

Digging her way to the past.

She woke... and woke... and she woke from a dream that haunted her with truths that felt like lies. The harsh beauty, ugly reality, and horrible unfairness of the world hallowing her out inside. But she's good at acting. Life leaving her shell behind. A broken porcelain doll that once was the girl, Kagome.

 

~FIN <3