Post by Hio Uchiha on Jul 5, 2021 0:26:47 GMT
The sun barely crept through the blinds as the evening rolled around. Empty bottles littered the room as a lone figure laid about a couch in the middle of the room. Arm draped over the side, empty bottle in hand, forearm covering her eyes, the woman softly whimpering to herself as the occasional strand of water rolled down her cheeks. No matter what she did, they wouldn't go away, the faces of those she had known, and of whom she had lost. Why did she have to survive, why was it that she endured yet they fell or left? About to toss the bottle the woman remembered where she was and instead gently placed it upon the coffee table next to her. It didn't matter how much she had, at this point the stuff didn't affect her nearly as much as it used to, so she needed for a dulled effect and even then it never really had them go away. Would she be cursed to forever see them in her mind, these toxic memories, or was it because of her eyes that such visions never faded? She could still feel it the moment she gained such power from the shock of loss, and how she never felt right afterward. If only she had been born into a different life would she not need to carry such a reminder of her failings, or her survival? Perhaps.
All that was left for the poor girl was waiting, waiting for hope, or for food to come through the door to the apartment. Hopefully, dinner was something good, aka not cooked by her. Though despite all of her muses there was still hope in her life, though she couldn't see it. Her sister and parents lived, and she was to be assigned to teach genin tomorrow, and while no easy task and one she didn't look forward to, maybe all of them experiencing the same style of loss as her could provide comfort. She just didn't know if she was up to the task of aiding others, especially with the state she currently was in, especially not while hungry.
All that was left for the poor girl was waiting, waiting for hope, or for food to come through the door to the apartment. Hopefully, dinner was something good, aka not cooked by her. Though despite all of her muses there was still hope in her life, though she couldn't see it. Her sister and parents lived, and she was to be assigned to teach genin tomorrow, and while no easy task and one she didn't look forward to, maybe all of them experiencing the same style of loss as her could provide comfort. She just didn't know if she was up to the task of aiding others, especially with the state she currently was in, especially not while hungry.