fairlyflawed

 "Kyouko, please, hurry up," Mami called, just as she drank the last bit of tea in her cup. Her voice held a mockingly impatient tone, and it was evident that she was enjoying herself quite a bit. She crossed the living area to the hall that held the single bedroom and bathroom in the apartment. Tapping her toe, Mami knocked on the door for a fourth time. "I don't think I'm feeling too well," the voice on the other side of the door called. The owner of the voice, Kyouko Sakura, had an uncharacteristically polite tone. "Maybe you should just go on without out me," She suggested. This was followed by a string of noisy, guttural coughs. Mami

My shoulders started shaking And the tears began to fall If I joined them in singing I really can't remember at all The room became blurry And my knees; they were weak It all came rushing down on me The torture of the past week I blindly took a hand And was led into the hall I was glad I could not see Because I'm sure I was being stared at by all I was standing for a moment Then I was on the floor My head resting on the wall I spilled my story and more I heard voices all around And I know there were sympathetic hands But I wasn't listening In my prison, there is no sound I wanted to disappear I wanted to be gone But in t