Shattering.
Mar 9, 2015 17:30:54 GMT -7
Post by Yoshi [Lynx!] on Mar 9, 2015 17:30:54 GMT -7
At first it really hadn't been so bad compared to being out in the wild. There was warmth, there was comfortable, there was food. More or less everything anyone needed to have a respectable living, even if it was in confinement. There had been peace and quiet, room enough to think, to consider what was going to happen, which moves the village really had, and what her fate might be. That was in the beginning...
See, the first couple of weeks, there had been enough to think about. The small whispers and sounds that she recieved from the outside world enough to create a diversity. To bring new things in to consider, new impressions to interpret. Two months in however, there wasn't much remaining to think about. The guards also weren't bothering with any visitors. Isolation had been the verdict from the elders. Isolation until the next Amekage was appointed. Still, the girl was trying to keep her chin up. Being bored wasn't exactly destructive to her. There was still everything she needed, aside from someone to talk to, really...
...When the sixth month had passed, things were looking incredibly different. The girl was hungering for someone to talk to. Was hungering for a decision in regards to her fate. Nothing was ever changing, nothing was ever moving, just constantly the same four walls, with the same useless guards and the same pointless smalltalk. There was nowhere for her to go. There was no way that she could escape. There was no options to be creative or otherwise entertain herself. There were no newspapers, no indication that the Amekage was coming home anytime soon, nothing. All there was for her, was twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, within a concrete box. The sunlight barely even reached far enough in that she could see it...
Desperate to feel anything, the girl was starting to go crazy. Even the thought of pain was extremely attractive in comparison to feeling nothing. First she had started by punching her hands against the wall. It had resulted in a jolt of pain going through her hand as her index finger broke, pointing in an awkward direction. Closing her eyes and looking towards the ceiling, it was almost like entering a little part of heaven for her. It was almost reaffirming to know that she was still alive, that things could still change... but it wasn't enough. The girl wanted more. Looking to her wrists with glee, a smile errupted onto her lips as she bit deep into her own arm. The pain was pleasure, the pain was a saviour to this empty shell of nothingness. It was delicate and affirming! It confirmed her existance!...
The girl was starting to laugh to herself. Laughing from a happiness that she simply couldn't describe. Once again she slammed the hand against the wall, this time breaking the hand itself bad enough that a fracture of a bone was sticking out the back of her hand. Another new impression. There was blood on the wall. As if in a illogical trance, the girl started painting on the wall. Placing a hand print here, placing one there. On the eastern wall, she started writing; I am Yoshi repeatedly, as if to remind herself of who she was. The other wall was a mess in itself. The couch had been tipped over, and she had been unusually active, yet noone seemed to have noticed. Six months of good behaviour, and practically noone bothered to keep tabs on her constantly.
...Eventually the girl collapsed in the middle of her little prison room. Overjoyed with what she had managed to accomplish. To everyone that had a little bit of sanity remaining, it'd seem as if she had mauled herself, thrown herself against the wall, kicked over furniture and lost god knows how much blood. To her, it was as if she was escaping an invisible hell. There were bite marks on both of her arms, claw marks on her face, cloth ripped and strewn all over the room... It was a brutal sight.
Creepy, isn't it?