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[14-Jul-2021] [Ayatsuri Sakon] Scared of the Dark
Title: Scared of the Dark
Day/Prompt: 14-July-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Shiho,
Rating/Warning(s): Teen & Up, mentions of murder
She hasn't rested well in a long time.
As the days grow darker and colder, skin paler in poor health, Shiho dutifully reminders herself to slumber with "Go catch some z's" scribbled on a dozen post-it notes despite the fact she's hesitant to touch her futon or even put down the book, the styrofoam cylinder of coffee, or her latest excuse for avoidance.
Recollecting distant memories, Shiho remembers drifting into dreams to avoid reality. Dreams were solace, once; unfortunately, the waking world shadows there too.
It's damn-near impossible to sleep when she wakes up feeling inhuman, feeling buried alive. The window screens and the pale moonlight filtering through them remind her of weeks ago that shouldn't feel like yesterday and the cold air submerges her—drenching and drowning on repeat. On such nights, frequent days, some weeks more than others, Shiho can't push away the memories.
It's difficult to push back memories and forget the worst night of her life. She found her brother's dead body, discovered the bitter truth of Oki killing her brother, then, her father and friends. After that, Oki hunted her. Now, the pain has lessened, but the monster still hovers in the corner of her vision, and that scares her. Knowing the monster had never helped her mind.
Not every night the nightmares come, but the days she finds innocuous things to worry over: the skewed kettle, a filled jug, a crooked mug— all with no answer, no "it was me who did that,", the memories hound Shiho.
On some nights—the ones in which she pulls the courage and manages to sleep—Shiho recalls that night.
Day/Prompt: 14-July-2021
Fandom: Ayatsuri Sakon
Character/Pairing: Shiho,
Rating/Warning(s): Teen & Up, mentions of murder
She hasn't rested well in a long time.
As the days grow darker and colder, skin paler in poor health, Shiho dutifully reminders herself to slumber with "Go catch some z's" scribbled on a dozen post-it notes despite the fact she's hesitant to touch her futon or even put down the book, the styrofoam cylinder of coffee, or her latest excuse for avoidance.
Recollecting distant memories, Shiho remembers drifting into dreams to avoid reality. Dreams were solace, once; unfortunately, the waking world shadows there too.
It's damn-near impossible to sleep when she wakes up feeling inhuman, feeling buried alive. The window screens and the pale moonlight filtering through them remind her of weeks ago that shouldn't feel like yesterday and the cold air submerges her—drenching and drowning on repeat. On such nights, frequent days, some weeks more than others, Shiho can't push away the memories.
It's difficult to push back memories and forget the worst night of her life. She found her brother's dead body, discovered the bitter truth of Oki killing her brother, then, her father and friends. After that, Oki hunted her. Now, the pain has lessened, but the monster still hovers in the corner of her vision, and that scares her. Knowing the monster had never helped her mind.
Not every night the nightmares come, but the days she finds innocuous things to worry over: the skewed kettle, a filled jug, a crooked mug— all with no answer, no "it was me who did that,", the memories hound Shiho.
On some nights—the ones in which she pulls the courage and manages to sleep—Shiho recalls that night.