Post by ANNA GULLY on Jul 3, 2013 1:14:26 GMT 9.5
Anna Gully cries. She sobs, uncontrollably. She cries until her eyes burn, until it hurts to breathe, hurts to move. She cries after that. Beyond any point of exhaustion. A new development. Her mask leaks now. The only place she finds true comfort is the gym previously used for training-- it's the only place she can go that truly reminds her of what she once had. Against all orders she holds on to the past, clings like a scared child to what she can no longer have. The construction-closed gym offers her a feeling of comfort, if it can be called such. Her fingers trace the cracks that eventually lead to a pit-- the work of a steelix. She sits on the cement floor with her knees against her chest, one arm wrapped around them, the other left to wander. She doesn't know how many hours it's been. How many days. She doesn't recall her past night at a hotel-- the smell of rubble and dirt can contest. She doesn't like the hotel. It's lonely there. Here she has memories, her own scenery to animate, her own theater for her own performance. She's alone, but surrounded. Her hands clutch some silly worn-out red ribbon-- a gift from the coat she obtained at the second separation. Nobody could understand how important it was. Even she can't. But it's something, and she's desperate. One could not fully place her mental state-- even she is unsure, at this point. Anna has never enjoyed the company of strangers, now even more so than then. There's nothing for her outside of the barricaded doors and caution tape. Her only hope at restoring herself, gone. The Pokedex Holder. That taught her to rely on idols. He seems to have gone, meaning the deal has evaporated. Anna is nothing, more so now than before. A broken woman in a broken building with broken thoughts and a broken hear-- no. You were never anything to him. You have no heart. You don't deserve a soul or a body, yet you have one. You've wasted it. You're a waste of time. The reminder tastes bitter, but it puts a wry smile on her lips, a high-pitched laugh in her throat, only momentarily. What's so funny, Anna? I thought I was alive. |