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(name) stands in her bathroom, her beloved stuffed animal in her hand with all of its stuffed contents pulled out and scattered all over the floor, coverering her bare feet. As she begins to fill the limp animal with rice and pieces of herself she thinks back to her meeting the other day with Kiku. (name) smooths out her skirt sighing with relief from the school day being over. She jumps at a soft yet strong voice that always made her blush “(name) san” (name) turns around stuttering to the Japanese male “H-hi Kiku” (name) blushes just enough to so he doesn't notice. Kiku smiles at her handing her a purple book with a

"hey mom do you have dreams?" "i wish i had some" "i never had any in the first place" "could you give me some" "cant you hear me?!" "never mind..." "i dont need any..." "...dont you care?" "why dont you answer me?" "you never have..." "thats fine cause your dead to me" "... sometimes i wish i were" The girl cries at the torn picture soaked in her own blood, she smiles sadly at the broken sight "you were just like the rest"

I don't understand Why she cry's, those horrible smiles filled with lye's, fooling even the smallest but never I. Why those human like eyes watching my moves, missing my smiles, watching them dye Why the sky, why can i never reach it? my eyes glaring at those can, smirking at those who never land But most of all Why the monster inside me, is ever so steady climbing why shes coming for me, holding on and never going why someones always knocking, never stopping, never stopping... why the parasite is never dropping, the knife and sword never stopping What i understand most is The storm will go, the rock will tumble, they will defiantly

Italy slowly and silently reaches for his pistol looking at Germany for his orders, Germany gives him a curt nod at his preparedness pleased with him for being brave rather than white flag obsessed. Japan sits on the roof looking down through the skylight feeling that something was bound to go wrong tonight. One word Germany whispered through the headset to the team that set them running "move" Italy and Germany burst through the door yelling at anyone in general  "Get down!!" and japan followed shortly after dropping through the roof. All that replied was silence "shit another bust" Germany grumbled, looking at the abandoned cages and drugs.

Young blood Bad blood splattered on the walls, her pathetic tiny screams echoing in the halls. she screams for love, she screams for death, but sadly there is no one left. the voices stoped, she cryed with joy... little did she know she was a toy. her tears flowing to blood, hitting the ground with a thud, the final snap of her sanity breaking... just like that.

They say that The past is just a memory, the future is an idea, and right now is a gift... but what happens when the present is shattered into pieces, cracking more every passing day until its just an empty void, with only one light thats just out of my reach, someone... anyone... tell me please... i need to know