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Purpose
"Having fun, lost bunny?" Splayed out this floor, there I was, with my filth around me by my feet, and soaked completely by he who hurts me. Even the floor made of marble was dirtied by the abundance of dirt and grease, no one could hear my defilement but those who witness this day, the ones who laugh, and the ones who choose to ignore my existence.
"I can't hear you! Speak up when I'm fucking you up!" The audible giggles... and my silent weeping as I realized that my head would be again dipped into this drum of dirt and water.
Slumber
It was midnight when I arrived home, I threw open the door with my arms still riddled with bruises — the bloody piedmont at the stem of my legs oozing; creaking the door, a sight of a mess of cans on the table. The room was absolutely thrashed.
"I'm home." I said, as if permitting myself in such an hour — but to my realization Yukiko had one of the cans in her clutches, if she were awake it's another sermon, or worst, more doubt and disbelief.
My efforts led me already past her so far without kicking things over or stepping on creaking any creaking floorboards.
"You're home, finally." she awoke, accompanied with a sound of cans falling over.
"I'm... sorry. I—"
"Why do I even try to make you go to that goddamn place? Stay home if you want or just run away." She snarled me with her malice, of course, it's stupid, I'm still going to school when I can just... not go, right.
"I'm going to bed."
"Goodnight." Soothing as it sounds, the atmosphere was like hell, I never want to dissapoint her when she's like this; reminds me too much of mom...
Each step towards my room felt like a crime, a symphony of ashen flame was beneath my feet — even if I were in shoes I was still feeling so uncomfortable within the soles.
And in this room of mine had the smell of silicon and the likes; my fingers sheepishly inched close to the light switch, and in my moment of hesitation 'I don't wanna see what I look right now.' I mused, taking a good second to consider if being showered in such bright light will give me such a pleasant memory.
Flick
There I was, because of the big mirror across my room I immediately laid my eyes upon a doll, a very broken doll — missing dregs of itself. Even in that moment I felt so bare, so raw with embarassment I pulled the wardrobe open to change clothes; the bruises and blood? I never cared about them, but it'd make Yukiko's job harder if she had to wash blood-soaked bedsheets so I tossed my uniform across and grabbed a towel to stop the bleeding.
In my exhaustion I barely got hold of the sheets and wrapped it fittingly 'round me; maybe to feel some sort of comfort from today. Light coming from window like the crepuscular rays from Luna — or the moon, to put it plainly.
In my own drowsiness, I reminisced why I was even the way I am, or how I became this way then it would all come back to me, how Mom and Dad kicked the bucket and why Yukiko was legally now my guardian. In my head was like a prose twisted like thorned vines, and when I couldn't think anymore I just threw my head under the sheets as my eyes lagged before the sight of my room and...