We All Fall Down, Ashes to Ashes.
Kiiku gave a long sigh of surrender. Her leg was hurt, it felt like it was burning, walking was just so hard more so than what she had expected, at least. Even though, she had to. She had to walk and maybe even run, but she had to get somewhere safe, or well, she seemed to be safe already, but she didn't trust it. The psycathrist could see it crystal clear. She was hopeless, filled with despair and completely convinced she would end up dying at any minute. She didn't need to make an analysis to know those people were completely rotten. So was this miserable world. Even if she could see her end coming, comitting suicide really wasn't an option. She'd fight. Kiiku was decided to fight for the bright hope that would heal all her wounds, physical and psycological. She let herself fall to the ground when she felt safe enough, she tought it was fine, she could take it. The pain in her leg was nearly unbearable, and the path of blood she had left behind did not make it any better. "Oh dear..." She muttered, she pressed her hand against the cut in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Where the hell was this, anyway? @mischief-rei












