Bury all your secrets in my skin

Axelle Napier · 06-02-2012, 09:00 AM

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he’s a myth that I have to believe in
all I need to make it real is one more reason

Word Count → 547 || Points → 5+10 :: Out of Character text

The thought of what has become of her precious family had Axelle in a slump ever since she had been reminded of them. She thought she smelled wind of her father a month ago, and ever since then she was sure he was here somewhere. Though, he never made his presence to her and she didn’t smell the scent again. Maybe she was just imagining things.

The two-toned Marbas had herself propped against the wall on one of her stone stools. She used another of the stools to prop her feet on top of, which brought her knees to her chest. She laid her head between her knees and attempted to keep the whimpers from escaping her throat. The thought of her brother, Nero, who she loved so much- dead. One little tiny whimper escaped her throat to the thought of that. The thought of him being dead made her feel so alone. Why was she the only one who escaped? Because she was the only one willing to leave. The only one willing to leave those who needed her. There was nothing she could’ve done for her mother before she died. She deteriorated so quickly, and Axelle was so young, that there was nothing that could have been done. Her father never wanted anything from her, or anything from either of them. He stayed to himself, silently killing her mother and most likely silently killing Nero as well. There was no real evidence that he killed her mother, but Anette had been too healthy to just suddenly become sick and die so quickly. She must’ve been poisoned, or something. A silent whimper escaped her throat for her mother. Even though she didn’t know her as well as she should have, she missed her dearly. Nero was just too caring. He wanted to stay with Axelle’s father to try and help him – and what did that do for him? It got him killed!

Another loud whimper escaped – why did her family have to disappear? She never cared much about her father – she actually hated him for causing so much pain. He wasn’t worthy of life. He wasn’t worthy of anything, and to think of him still alive, while everyone else was dead, was sickening. She wanted to do Nero and her mother a favor, and kill him herself. The whimpers turned silent as her sadness turned into rage. But the madness turned back to sadness once she was thinking about her mother and brother again. She was tuned out to everything around her, and she just focused on what was in her mind – all the memories of those she cared about.

Tears streamed down her face, and she could feel it becoming swollen. The fur around her eyes was soaked with sadness, and she tried to keep her mind off of her father. His rememberance was vivid, but she didn’t want to think about him. She wanted to think about Nero and Anette, her mother. She wanted to remember all the good time she had with them, but memories of her mother were faded and memories of her brother were blocked off by Tyko, her father. Axelle lifted her head from her knees, and stared blankly toward the wall, while occasionally wiping tears dripping from her eyes.

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