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Monsters are not real
Continuation of Supar Faito
"Sorry.."All of the struggling in the world was not enough, never enough. The difference in power was abundant, the lack of training and experience certain. Even though she had healed herself up to max, even though she had tried her best to struggle out of it, in the end his hits were too powerful.
That was what it meant to be superior, that was that it meant to have earned the right to power. She on the other hand, still had yet to earn this right.
Hell, all she had earned for any effort she put in to anything before was a one way trip back to the pods, something that she never, ever wanted to happen again. Why do you think she struggled up to that last second, even if it was fruitless. It was not only her own stubborn streak showing, it was also the fear of being helpless. Of not being strong enough to make sure that never happened again.
The blow to the gut was a fleeting memory, a minor p***k of pain, as she felt her own consciousness drift back in to a all too familiar void. The darkness was there to embrace her as it did any time she slept at night, but this time it was deeper somehow. The pit darker, no less welcoming. All she thought a moment before the darkness took over was the fact she had two voices yelling in her head, one that was deep and rumbly, and a second which was not within her mind. It was spoken to her, but in her state of mind it felt like it was there as well. It was not as familiar as the deeper one, which was always there, but it was a recent addition to her memory. One that she SHOULD remember...
Who...?
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She was inside a room.
For some reason the memory was coming back sharper than usual, like a sort of filter from her eyes was removed for the sake of this ONE long dream.
Of course it would be a somewhat unpleasant dream that was remembered.
It was back when she was a child, back before she had come to accept what she was and learned to keep freaking quiet about it. Back when she thought everyone could see the unicorns and the monsters under the beds. Back when she thought that life was simple. Its not.
At first it was deemed cute, and then after the years passed by it soon became something of a concern to her parents. More so because they started to grow afraid she might begin to be impressionable on her little brother. He did not see the monsters... It was around this time they started to take her to the 'scary man' as she dubbed him. He was sunshines and rainbows on the front, but his methods were less than favorable. After a few sessions he would take her back, alone, and ask her questions. If she did not answer right she would be yelled at. Even possibly beaten sometimes. You see she lived in a small town, and small town child therapists were trustworthy...right? It took her a long, long time to realize that she just needed to answer the questions the way he wanted them answered.
To be 'normal'.
Thankfully it seemed her mind would censor some of the worst parts. Taking the memories she forced herself to believe never happened and shut up about them. If she thought they never happened, eventually they would go away. One in particular was something that even now, when she was not dreaming, would pop back now and then. It was something small and insignificant, but it would usually bring back the memories she buried.
It was a memory her her sitting alone in a regular living room. Her pictures along the walls, of sunshine and rainbows. It smelled like pears in the room, a scent her mother was particularly fond of. It was a room with bright colors, as Ceres sat near a little red table and drew on a piece of paper. She drew something she had seen the night before, something right outside their house. Her mother asked to look at the piece, wanting to add it to the collection on the walls.
Only this time, she did not. She tore the piece in half, in fourths, in eighths and let it fall in a waterfall to the waiting floors. "Monsters are not real..."
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She woke up with a gasp, covered in sweat and the crusty remains of old tears littering her eyes. Her breathing was ragged and hard, the blanket tossed to the side as she clearly had a violent dream.
Wait, Blanket?
How....how did she end up back here? For a moment she was afraid, and lifted herself up off the bed. The movement was enough to cause pain in her torso, a arm reaching down to cross over her stomach as if that would have stopped it. Why the heck was she so so-...Oh. Oh. Bruise. Oh yeah... Knee to the stomach would do that. Ceres found her memory slowly returning from right before the incident to now. Her stomach was a little black and blue once she lifted her shirt to look, but nothing un manageable.
It was not until she went to remove the crush from her eyes that she realized she remembered nothing. All she remembered was the words 'Sorry' And then...nothing. Nothing but the blackness until this moment. That news fresh in her memory, a new wave of panic blossomed. How long was she asleep this time? How long had the blackness taken over her being, how long? It did not matter that she was still sore from the attack to her stomach, it did not matter at Takeru was speaking in her head telling her she was a fool. All that mattered was her flipping open her phone... and finding the date to only be the next from the morning she battled Bix, even the year was the same.
It was 2 in the morning.
She had slept a whole day away... but it was a relief to her to know that she had, in fact, not spent time in those pods once again. She felt a huge wave of tension release itself from her body. She would not be waking up again to find herself missing chunks of her life. Of suddenly people she once knew being ranked up.
Of her being always stuck in the past.
She really..really needed to find someone to talk about this with.
