Crucified.

[J e e c o .]

A/N: A little something that came to my head one day. x3 The character is not mine. Yeah.

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Crucified.

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The melody was like a dream, drifting in and out of my thin consciousness. I opened my eyes, arms spread on each side, letting out a soft sigh. The skies outside had a haunting melody of its own; the pitter-patter of seemingly distant drops, like soft tears falling upon the carpet. It was wonderful, soothing even- I was used to such things. They did not frighten me.

Upon my chest lay the crucifix, fixated upon my bare skin. There were times it burned. But now it is silent. Harmless. Not a threat.

Sometimes I was like the crucifix. I would lie down with my hand straight at both sides pointing at opposite directions, and my feet would be closed together. I don't know why I liked lying that way. Maybe it's because I felt crucified myself, but then I'm never so sure.

Never.

I'm sick of the silence after a while though, so I stand. I stand and leave my room, leave my dormitory. It is cold out here, wet. Despite that, I refused to bring any other clothing to put upon my own.

The grass is soft, and the mud stains the leggings of my pajamas. But it is a beautiful sound it makes. I love the way it splashes and squishes beneath my feet, between my toes. I am one with the tone.

In the middle of the field, there are flowers. How I hate them. How I wish to tear one apart in my bare hands. Why not? It is so easy to do so. Except it isn't as fulfilling afterwards; flowers don't beg for mercy. They don't scream in pain.

A soft mewling reaches my ears, and I turn my head towards the sound, for it is contrary to the sounds of rain. It was soft and cute and high, and it irritated me. In anger, I approach it.

A baby cat. Maybe, in another life, I would have taken care of it. Maybe I would nurture it and call it as my own. But for now I live merely as Kaede. Kaede Shido. There exists no other.

And so I take it in my arms, and a small pocket knife comes out from my pocket after. The kitten doesn't know what it’s in for, but it cries all the same. It fears me. It should.

Without hesitation, I pierce its side with the knife, and it cried out, scratching it my arm. It is not enough to stop me. I was deprived of death. So I stab it again.

And again.

And again.

I throw the body away, simply tossing it to the side, and I study my fingers. I wiggle them, observing each one, savoring the red stains.

I raise my arms to the sides, shoulder-height, straight.

I am Jesus.

I will die.

And those who have crucified me were the same people who had once protected me.

I am Kaede.

I am dead.

end.

[UB the fat dude]

Atlast may nagpost na rin sa fiction are and btw jee ganda ng story...

[J e e c o .]

Lol. xD Para kay Shido yan. Ewan ko dun. Dx

[Blessed Devil]

Who's Kaede? He seems evil.

[J e e c o .]

It's a she.

And yeah. She's deranged. xD

[♥ [ Lip Gloss ] ♥]

I love this story. ^ u^ It's nicely written, creepy, dark, and reflective all in one go. *huggles* Good work, sister. <3~

[chuna]

I love how it's so straight to the point and "I am blah blah".

I place my fingers on the keyboard.

I am Joanne.

I type.

I am Joanne.

You're mine. :>

[J e e c o .]

Deni: Thanks sister~! <33 x3

Chuna: YOU are mine. Haha. >D