Vex-Sanma

The wonders of adrenaline. Carmen does not let herself catch her breath as she runs to class. It's a rainy day - even as she goes down the first steps of the staircase, her hair and clothes are already getting wet. She is late - due to some circumstances that were completely out of her control - but she doesn't have time to think it much. She's just happy that she didn't forget to put on a thick sweater. As she runs down, she barely feels any friction when her feet hit the floor. Her hand, that she runs through the handrail to her right, is even worse - there she can only feel the water, so fresh and cold that her fingers are becoming somew

Sus ojos chocaron con los de ella una vez más, y no pudo evitar sonreír. Necesito de mucho control para mantenerse calmado. Ella no podía sospechar. No debía de sospechar. Así que todas las sonrisas que le dedico fueron pacificas, tranquilas. Amenas. Tenía años mirándole. En su mente estaba grabado cada detalle de su rostro. Sabía cuales eran sus pasatiempos. Había visto que se servía durante los recesos. Siempre dejaba su gelatina - le molestaba, realmente le molestaba no saber porque la seguía comprando si no se la iba a comer. Cosas como aquella a veces le quitaban el sueño.

It was done. No more. Never. Ever. Her fingertips touched the surface that was already dry, tracing the dark lines absent-mindedly. She might have called this room her masterpiece. Gillian had spent the last six months in that room, soaking the walls with her pain. Every single negative feelinng, every little deception was portrayed in her latest artwork. And now it was over. Every single emotion, she had poured into her work; she was drained. Gillian realized that the only thing she was feeling was a lingering numbness. She would never call it her masterpiece. It was too full of her - full of the person she had been those six months. Look

She thought she wanted something, but now it was not that clear. What had it been? Her vision was foggy. She looked into the mirror, into the many flaws that she had once seen - they did not matter - and into the many gestures that she had once loved, finding that those did not matter either. Nothing mattered, Susan thought, as she gazed quickly into the wardrobe. All the clothes she had worn with pride, all so very useless. Susan stood there, only wearing her underwear, for a long time. She tried, but she could not figure out why everything felt so wrong, and nothing could make sense. A sudden rage took possesion of her body, and she walke

"Life" Breathe in, breathe out. She held the bed sheets; she held back a scream. Breathe in, breathe out. Pain shot through her, an electric wave. Breathe in, breathe out. A loving hand searching hers, cheering her on. Breathe in, breathe out. Doubt invading her mind - Madness becoming attractive- Breathe in, breathe out. With a final shriek, it was done. She heard a cry, that wasn't her own. Eyes searched for the tiny figure, a sigh of relief escaping. It was worthwhile.