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|Subject: I know the Devil [Afternoon Event :: Closed] Tue May 17, 2016 7:32 pm|| |
The knife cut through the skin; cutting down the rigged lines and spilling just the perfect amount of blood. The sweet scent of blood hung in the air around a hooded figure as they continued to cut into their flesh.
They repeated these words as another slice came upon the forearm, and with it another chunk of flesh accompanied by blood. This was okay. This was punishment but this was okay. Oh how she missed her Mother. She just wanted to see her.
"T-They changed the rules... They said as long as I did good deeds, I-I'd be okay. I'd be able to see her again, even if my heart wasn't in it. As long as I did good deeds.." Another slice into the flesh and a long trail of blood ran down her side. "But they changed the rules. Now it's about how you are on the inside. About your heart, about your feelings, about your integrity. I-I can't change that about myself.. I.."
The hooded figure continued to cut into herself before taking deep breaths. She understood this was her punishment. She did not blame anyone but herself for her mistake. Oh how she missed her Mother. The self loathing she felt sunk into her pores and scratched at her throat from the inside and out. It was suffocating, and she felt deathly until she had let it all go. The fear and worries were there one day and gone the next. All that was left was a beautiful voice that would guide her in the night. Tell her the truths of the world and guide her hand along the way. This beautiful voice belonged to her Mother, and the figure that awaited her at her doorsteps was that of the Devil. She knew the Devil well. All of her close siblings knew the Devil well. Once she let it in, she relinquished herself from the thin line called sanity.
...She had practiced this before: a fake smile and an innocent face. She could wait just abit longer before she saw her Mother again. If her siblings could, then so could she. Following the usual procedure, she brought down the red sleeves on her hoodie to cover the injuries. The red would help mask the blood, but not the sweet smell of it in the air. That was something she'd need to do herself. Well, that was okay. She had years of practice to pretend she was still living her former life. To pretend that seed within her skull had not hatched.
She could play the role of the perfect little girl, or the bold daring woman. Whatever it took to please her Mother. Even if it meant walking among society that blinded themselves from the truth of the City.
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