Post by Rose Phoenix on Oct 30, 2019 9:36:27 GMT -5
❝I Was Lightning,
Before The Thunder❞
467 w./ 467 w. total
d strength| e stamina| f Acrobatics| f Dust
d semblance| F weapon| f martial arts
The halls were a mess, as if a tornado had just come through. Students slammed into walls, leaving small craters and bits of smashed windows left glass all over the floor. Why couldn't they just get out of her way? Why did they have to look at her!? Everywhere Rose looked...she didn't see the school. She saw her camp. She saw death and destruction in her wake! There was blood on her hands that she wiped furiously at her arms as she ran, raking at her dress and tearing at it as she fought to breath!
Halfway to her room, the dress was already in tatters. Any who would incur the wrath of the berserking blonde would see her mostly in her undergarments, leaving bits of fabric like a trail of breadcrumbs. What was wrong with her? Why did she see that man again? He was but a footnote in her life, but he had also changed her life forever. The Bandit Queen. He set her on a bloody path that she enjoyed ruthlessly for years.
Rose reached her dorm room and yanked it open, slamming it with fury behind her. Seeing the stuffed animals on Amy's bed made her falter in her step...Amy. The girl had tried to stop Rose from leaving. Tried to calm her down and Rose had slammed her into the door. Her aura most likely took the brunt of the hit, but she still hurt her friend.
She hurt all of her friends. Was she even deserving of friendship after what she had done? Rose walked toward the mirror near her bedside and glanced into it, but she didn't see herself. She saw that child. The motherless child that looked back at her with dead eyes. Dead because...
Rose smashed her fist into the mirror, cracking it asunder as her hair fell over her face. There was no aura. Blood leaked in between her knuckles and trickled down her arm, but the pain was welcome. It felt good to punish herself for what she had done. Rose deserved more than a little spilled blood. A lot more.
"If I could change it all...I would. I want to be better to honor your memory. God, I think about you all the time, little girl, and I don't even know your name. I can't...I can't even dance with a boy without hurting him. Or have friends without breaking them."
She bit her lip. She bit it hard enough to tear the skin and feel even more blood leak out from the puncture. Rose squinted her eyes shut to fight back the tears welling up in her eyes, but she couldn't. They came anyway. So she threw herself onto her bed and buried her face into the pillow, smearing tears and blood onto the once clean bit of comfort she owned.
Halfway to her room, the dress was already in tatters. Any who would incur the wrath of the berserking blonde would see her mostly in her undergarments, leaving bits of fabric like a trail of breadcrumbs. What was wrong with her? Why did she see that man again? He was but a footnote in her life, but he had also changed her life forever. The Bandit Queen. He set her on a bloody path that she enjoyed ruthlessly for years.
Rose reached her dorm room and yanked it open, slamming it with fury behind her. Seeing the stuffed animals on Amy's bed made her falter in her step...Amy. The girl had tried to stop Rose from leaving. Tried to calm her down and Rose had slammed her into the door. Her aura most likely took the brunt of the hit, but she still hurt her friend.
She hurt all of her friends. Was she even deserving of friendship after what she had done? Rose walked toward the mirror near her bedside and glanced into it, but she didn't see herself. She saw that child. The motherless child that looked back at her with dead eyes. Dead because...
Rose smashed her fist into the mirror, cracking it asunder as her hair fell over her face. There was no aura. Blood leaked in between her knuckles and trickled down her arm, but the pain was welcome. It felt good to punish herself for what she had done. Rose deserved more than a little spilled blood. A lot more.
"If I could change it all...I would. I want to be better to honor your memory. God, I think about you all the time, little girl, and I don't even know your name. I can't...I can't even dance with a boy without hurting him. Or have friends without breaking them."
She bit her lip. She bit it hard enough to tear the skin and feel even more blood leak out from the puncture. Rose squinted her eyes shut to fight back the tears welling up in her eyes, but she couldn't. They came anyway. So she threw herself onto her bed and buried her face into the pillow, smearing tears and blood onto the once clean bit of comfort she owned.
