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Leafy gagged down a yoyleberry and coughed. Wiping its guts off her metallic lips. She didn’t want to eat another, she could barely swallow another berry. It was disgustingly sweet with each bite sending a strong metal taste to her mouth. Sometimes they were covered in fluffy mold and she had to ignore her disgust and continue eating. What choice did she have? No one cared for her enough to feed her, shelter her, warm her…warm…like him.
He wouldn’t.
No one, especially him would do that.
A tear fell onto the purple fruit and she shook her head.
No one likes her.
Everyone hates her.
They think she should die.
Maybe they’re right.
Living this…life. It wasn’t very nice. Eating moldy yoyleberries, laying on the dirty ground, screaming inside her head…what was the point of all this?
There wasn’t.
She threw the bitter fruit on to the ground and kicked it away. “I can’t. I can’t do this shit anymore.” Her words could barely be understood as in between she hiccuped and sniffed with a cracked voice. But did it matter if anyone could understand? No one was here. Even if they were, who would bother to listen to such a pathetic island stealing leaf?
“UGH.” She slammed her thin body into the soft ground; she felt a cold wet liquid against her back being the crushed yoyleberry. A groan then a sad cry came out of her mouth and then…silence.
There, right there in yoyleland was a lemon leaf, who could barely be recognized as one from her metallic look and shriveled appearance, who layed on the dirty ground covered in sticky yoyle juice alone with nothing but her spiraling thoughts. how much more sad could this get?
Exhaustion from…well everything hit her. Her eyes closed yet her body stayed tense like a tightly knotted rope. Off into her worst nightmares she went.