Wednesday 1 - Shadows

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Silence. It'd been silent for what seemed like eternity.

Pencil moved against paper as Aya-Chan mechanically wrote her homework. It was as if the words were writing themselves, and if she had actually took the time to read the paper, Aya-Chan would have realized that the sentences and paragraphs made no sense. The pencil dulled, and she reached over for a small knife. She felt numb; unable to think. And she didn't notice that she'd been shaking.

Blood... from her fingertip, dripping off of the little knife and the pencil, and leaving small dots of red on the paper beneath. Ordinarily, it would have been no big deal; the cut was already beginning to heal.

She screamed. The small knife in her hands slowly morphed into the katana she'd seen earlier in Ran's room. She dropped it in horror and, still shaking, pushed as fast as she could away from the table and ran.

The house seemed so foreign; Aya-Chan wasn't sure where to go. Everywhere she stepped reminded her of how un-welcomed she was here and the secrets that had been kept from her for so long. She somehow found her way to the living room and crawled onto the couch. Familiar smells hit her - flowers, cigarettes, beer, and sweat... exhausted, she buried her face into the couch and drifted into an uneasy sleep.

[OOC: omg, that sucked so bad *shot* I need to get back into writing...]

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