[WARNING] Swear-words abound.
She nearly touched me. Nearly touched me. Tried to touch me. Me shoulder. Whisper in me ear. N-no. No. Jus' like when he tried.. they tried.... Don't want that. Fuck them. Fuck them. Fuckthemfuck'em.
The tightly balled-up form of the girl became loose as a fist thumped against the plank of the pier - it hurt, and it made her angrier. More did her mind scream:
So fuckin' weak. Cannae dae anythin mesel'. Ah'm ah fuckin' mess. Cannae dae things mesel'. Why. Why? Ah'm no' ah wain. But yer ah fuckin' wain. Everyone says they need tae look after ya 'cause ye cannae fuckin' look after yersel', can ya? Can y'look after yersel'? Huh? Can ya? Can ya fuckin' look after yersel'? Fuckin' Godsdamned crybaby. That's all y'can dae 'n' all yer good fer. Cryin'. How many times have y'fuckin' cried ya useless piece ah shite?Â
Ah'm n-n-no ah...
The build-up of her emotion left her eyes, but her breathing did not submit to it. More anger as she furiously rubbed at her eyes, clasping her face she muffled an anguished scream in the pocket of her palms. Fingernails pressed hard against her skin as though she would claw herself.
Ah'm sick ah bein' scared! Ah don' wanna be scared naemare! It h-hurts. It bloody fuckin' hurts. Why ah'm ah so weak? Why can ah no' dae anythin'...!Â
The miqo'te had travelled to many places this moon: she had been in Ul'dah and taken away, smuggled out after she was asaulted, to find recuperation in the solitude of the Black Shroud. Only to hastily move to Limsa upon hearing her sister was alive, and now she would return to Ul'dah once more.
But it was becoming clear what she had to do. Needed to do and where to go.
Elyscia had to confront her demons. It felt right. To see the people who hated everything about her and in-turn made her hate herself and her body. To see the boys who tried to..do things to her against her own will - they would be men now.
"...Ah need t'go back hame.."
She nearly touched me. Nearly touched me. Tried to touch me. Me shoulder. Whisper in me ear. N-no. No. Jus' like when he tried.. they tried.... Don't want that. Fuck them. Fuck them. Fuckthemfuck'em.
The tightly balled-up form of the girl became loose as a fist thumped against the plank of the pier - it hurt, and it made her angrier. More did her mind scream:
So fuckin' weak. Cannae dae anythin mesel'. Ah'm ah fuckin' mess. Cannae dae things mesel'. Why. Why? Ah'm no' ah wain. But yer ah fuckin' wain. Everyone says they need tae look after ya 'cause ye cannae fuckin' look after yersel', can ya? Can y'look after yersel'? Huh? Can ya? Can ya fuckin' look after yersel'? Fuckin' Godsdamned crybaby. That's all y'can dae 'n' all yer good fer. Cryin'. How many times have y'fuckin' cried ya useless piece ah shite?Â
Ah'm n-n-no ah...
The build-up of her emotion left her eyes, but her breathing did not submit to it. More anger as she furiously rubbed at her eyes, clasping her face she muffled an anguished scream in the pocket of her palms. Fingernails pressed hard against her skin as though she would claw herself.
Ah'm sick ah bein' scared! Ah don' wanna be scared naemare! It h-hurts. It bloody fuckin' hurts. Why ah'm ah so weak? Why can ah no' dae anythin'...!Â
The miqo'te had travelled to many places this moon: she had been in Ul'dah and taken away, smuggled out after she was asaulted, to find recuperation in the solitude of the Black Shroud. Only to hastily move to Limsa upon hearing her sister was alive, and now she would return to Ul'dah once more.
But it was becoming clear what she had to do. Needed to do and where to go.
Elyscia had to confront her demons. It felt right. To see the people who hated everything about her and in-turn made her hate herself and her body. To see the boys who tried to..do things to her against her own will - they would be men now.
"...Ah need t'go back hame.."
