:: drabbles set 9
41. Another
One girl, one face One fate, one tragedy. One story.
She looked at the flames crawling higher and higher into the night sky. It was so bright that the surrounding forest was lit up in a blazing orange hue.
One chance, one gamble.
Everything was gone. Not a single one of them was left. They had left her alone once more but this time she was truly, utterly alone.
One promise, one wish.
She could feel the exhaustion sweeping over her. There was no need to fight it. In a place where she didn'tbelong, she didn't need to stay any longer.
One sign, one miracle. Two girls, one face Two stories, oneuntold.
42. Escape
The sound of footsteps retreating up the stairs, slowly, surely, and fading. She drew the knife away from his arm. It was sticky with blood, but it wasn't his. Her hand throbbed with a sharp, white pain. Nothing, she reminded herself, hurt as much as having another one torn away from her. This was absolutely nothing.
He looked at her, eyes half-lidded with pain. He opened his mouth to speak, lips trying to form words. "Cici..."
She knew there wasn't anything more he could do for her except for one thing. Pulling him into her arms, she gently stroked his hair. "Shh, it's alright. It's okay, everything is going to end."
He began to protest but she wouldn't let him have another word. From the folds of her dress, she pulled out a matchbox and pressed it into his hands. She leaned in and whispered softly into his ear. His eyes widened and she pulled away, smiling an achingly sad smile.
"I promise, I'll come back." A lie. She spun on her heel and followed after the faded footsteps. The knife glistened a bloody scarlet. There was one thing only she could do.
Everything would end here.
43. Loser
"Don't be such a sore loser," Steiler scoffed at the girl's indignant accusations.
"I am not a sore loser!" Sei shrieked and stood up. "I cannot accept this! I don' understand how I can be... bankrupt!"
Ruzai looked nervously between his two housemates and Theo couldn't stop laughing over the ridiculous argument. "You don't have to shout Sei, it's only a game.." Ruzai offered meekly.
She turned her fiery gaze on him and he immediately regretted speaking up. "Only a game? Only a game?? I have m' pride at stake here!"
"Nobody asked you for your pride," Steiler grumbled.
Before she could rage any further, Theo pulled the girl back down onto the couch. "Now now, it's okay! I'll share my property with you so let's keep playing."
"That's not how you play Monopoly, Theo," Steiler gave a sigh.
"It's finally my turn," Ruzai sighed and reached for the dice when his face suddenly paled, "Oh no."
All four of them looked at the Monopoly board. Slobbery bits of fake money and houses littered the half eaten board, and Pan sat righteously in the middle of the entire mess.
"PPPAAAaaAAANNnnnnn pppppllllLLLLAAaaaaYYYY TOoooooooooo!!"
44. Park
Whenever she stopped by the park, she always spent her time thinking. The swing's seat, warmed by the sunlight, was the perfect spot for contemplation. She would sit down and rock herself forward and back, swaying gently in the air. A number of things ran through her mind. It was time spent alone, though nowadays most of her time was spent by herself anyway.
She watched the townschildren play their games. They ran to and fro with a perpetual smile on their faces. Sometimes, she wondered if things had been different, would she also be enjoying her youth like that?
45. Spice
"Pass me th' spice, mon chou," she held out a hand. "Which one?" she couldn't see his face, but she could tell by the sound of his voice that he was daunted by the array their cupboard held. "Parsley, if you would." The sound of glass jars clinking against each other and his muted grumbling brought life to the still air. In a few moments, she felt the cool weight of a jar in her hand. "Merci." "De rien." She uncapped the jar and took a sniff. "Fletcher?" "Hm?" "This is basil."