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Mya and Dave
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Just a day in the life
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Mya vs Vecna- Kiss my ass match
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~*~There are some sounds you learn to get used to. Some sounds that you familiarise yourself with that you forget they are even there. Some sounds, like for example: the ticking of a clock. You know it’s there and you can see it but unless you be very, very silent and concentrate it, you can’t hear it.~*~ ~*~Very interesting…isn’t it~*~ ~*~Monday 7th April 2003, 2:03pm…but what exactly do numbers really mean?~*~ ~*~A 3 star hotel room located somewhere in the middle of nowhere. 4 white walls border it. White not with purity but rather with blankness and void. If you look closely the white is mixed with a pallet of browns, yellows and other colours of impurity. It kind of makes you think what happenings could of went on previously to cause these stains and what kind of sanitary staff there have for the stains to be preserved. The curtains and short pile carpet are equally matched to the walls but they are beige instead of white. ~*~This room is simple and minimalist, which makes it looks miles bigger than it is. And it is roughly 2.5m by 3m but then again what really are numbers?~*~ ~*~All that is in this dingy hotel room is a broken TV, set of draws and a bed. There is a big window at the read. A stream of spring sunlight bursts through the creak in the curtain onto the bed. The light ends and soaks the face of Mya. She lays sprawled out, lifeless on the dirty linen. Her body slightly twitches in the heat. She only wears her black lacy underwear and her skin-deep ashes, cuts and bruises. Strands of her red hair are bonded together with the glue of sweat, blood and tears. It sticks in clumps to her face along with her day old eye make up. Her face is still angelic, still beautiful and mysterious but her heart isn’t anymore. A silence cry escapes her lips and a tear runs down her stained cheeks. Mya ~*~Her voice is a mere quiver in tainted angst~*~
~*~Her right hand hangs off the bed and faintly comes into contact with the floor. In her clutches she holds a large bottle of gin. Through the light it is ¾ empty and just a brown puddle swirling around with her movements. She lifts it up so she holds it above her and she looks at it, gazes even. Her sight seems to be hypnotised on the bottle~*~
Mya ~*~She lets out a long sigh before opening her mouth. Her wrist flicks and the liquor spills from the bottle all over her face. She takes in another sigh as she imbibes the vast majority while the rest trickles down her face. She flings the now empty bottle across the room where it makes contact to the walls and smashes into a million pieces. She tastes the lingering taste from her fingers.~*~
Mya ‘It’s because your weak. You’re a weak being, your pathetic!’
~*~She jumps at this voice before being drowned in a vat of fear. She reaches over sluggishly and grabs a hand mirror from the splintered chest of drawers. She looks at her own reflection, a perfect mirror image to her feeble-self. She glances again as her mirror image smirks. She suddenly jumps and stats shaking violently~*~
Mya ‘Ah Mya! Tut, tut tut. Must you learn that there is no way your going to get rid of us? No therapy, no drugs, no convincing can get rid of us. Nothing! You must just accept it and accept that we’re going to be playing with your head forever and ever. We can just be one big freakin family!’
Mya ~*~She too hurls the mirror across the room in rage and joins the bottle in a vicious shattered form~*~
‘Oh no Mya. Oppsie! I guess that’s another seven years bad luck.’
~*~She starts rocking backwards and forwards in a foetal position. The flat palms of her hands, covering her ears and tears streaming down her face~*~
Mya ‘Oh you amuse me with your stupidity. Do you think breaking a mirror will stop us?’
‘Yeah we’re in your mind, not the mirror’
‘There is NOTHING you can do’
Mya ~*~Suddenly the door burst open with no effort at all and all goes quiet~*~
~*~She looks at the door, still shaking, still quivering. He closes the door behind him and looks at her. He goes by the name of Dave. An experienced wrestler, forced to retire due to a severe leg injury. He’s no older than Mya, hasn’t even reached his 30th birthday yet. It’s so cruel how fate can twist. Now he stands as Mya’s only friend, her support, her guardian angel, turning up uncalled for just when she needs him. He carries a brown paper bag, which he spills out onto the drawer. Inside are a little brown bottle of pills and a bottle of still water. He walks up to her and waves a hand over her face~*~
Dave ~*~She has no reaction to him and stares blankly ahead of her~*~
‘Oh Mya you should know by now that those drugs don’t make us go away. They only silence us for a few but then we’re back. You make think they’ve worked but we’ll still be here, you just won’t be able to hear us. That’s all they do’
~*~He pops the little white pills into her mouth and holds her nose as he pours the water down her throat. She coughs and sputters as she forces the pills down her throat. She wipes the water from her chin and looks up at Dave~*~
Mya Dave Mya Dave Mya Dave Mya Dave Mya Dave Mya Dave Mya Dave Mya ~*~He looks at Mya and sighs. His patience has been lost a long time ago. He pulls a chair up to her bed and takes a swig of water. He puts his head in is hands and opens his eyes wider as e begins to speak~*~
Dave Mya Dave Mya Dave Mya Dave Mya Dave Mya Dave Mya Dave Mya ~*~She tunes out again, staring blankly ahead of her. He shakes his head as he stands up~*~
Dave Mya Dave Mya Dave ~*~He walks past the bed looking at her with pity before exiting through the door, slamming it behind him symbolising the end~*~
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