A Battle with Panic P)

A single blue vase shattered against the hardwood floor of oak. It’s shards of glass littered across the ground like sparkling sapphire diamonds. The beautiful yet dangerous sharp edges glistening from the sunlight that poured through a nearby window. “I’m so. . .stupid.” Those three words uttered helplessly from the trembling pink lips of Rem.

She hesitated, just before reaching down to pick up the broken pieces. Her hands maneuvering carefully as she collected the shards within her palm. Rem had accidently dropped the vase, in the process of moving it. Now there was no vase any longer She would have to get a replacement sometime. She enjoyed decorating the vases with collected flowers from outside. There had been some times that Akaboshi gifted her with flowers, and that always excited her.

As she was collecting the shards, unfortunately one of the sharp sapphire diamonds of glass bit into her finger. The sensation that followed was uncomfortably sharp, and then came the dull thumping heat of pain. She reacted with a wince, and a hiss of her breath as she gazed down at her injured hand. Bright red crimson beaded up fast from the cut, and trickled from her palm and onto the floor. Usually the sight of blood didn’t bother her, but at this very moment Rem was unfortunate. There was a harsh pounding that began deeply within her chest, as an image of her dead father laying within a pool of his freshly spilled blood, echoed through her mind.
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Rem collapsed to her knees. Crumbling as her knees bit sharply into the floor littered with shards of glass. Scattered around her was a beautiful garden of blue deadly glass flowers. Some of the fallen shards of glass cut into her knees and legs. What was this? The sight of blood didn’t usually cause her trouble? Why was the image of her father’s death being triggered?

The fushia haired woman felt the presence of taunting hands gripping onto the threads of her short hair, not aware that those hands was her own. Some of the blood from her finger coated her hand in an eerie scarlet and tainted some of the strands of her pink hair red from the lingering tugs of her hands. Her fingers unknowingly clenched into fists of her hair as Rem’s small body shook with tremors. She felt the walls of her throat closing up, as she struggled to inhale a deep breath. Doing her best to ease herself from this panicking episode.

But it wasn’t working.

Ren’s struggling breath of air. . . turned into a horrible choke of a sob. She felt as if her insides were burning and constricting. Why couldn’t she escape? Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut, as she hid her head between her knees as Rem brought up her legs close to her throbbing chest. “I am also. . . so . . weaaaak!” Rem desperately whined out loud. Her body was trmebling, and her mind was suffering with the torture of her father’s death. A past that she still struggled to accept. {WC: 259} {TWC: 509}

Rem’s trembling hands slowly withdrew her now unkempt hair. Shakily being placed against the oak hardwood floor in front of her. There was the sound of crunching glass, as her shaking hands lay against some of the broken shards of sapphire. Again her hands were cut, except much more darasic this time. But she didn’t seem to notice the burning pain just yet. “Leave me alone! Father. . . why did you abandon me? I. . . I hate it here!” Her quaking voice choked after shrieking those battling words.  She was so overwhelmed by sadness, and loneliness.

She was no ninja, she was a disgrace. Just like her mother had said in the past. Rem was too weak to be a ninja, no one could depend on her, especially not when her mind was alway driving her mad. Even in the silence, Rem commonly battled with her dark twisted demons that were desperate to embrace her.  

The fuschia haired female was such a mess at this very moment. Collapsed upon a floor of shards and hiding between bleeding knees. Practically bathing in her little garden of glass. Rem gasped for a breath, still desperately fighting for control over her panic. “Akaboshiiii. . .” The name accidentally choked from her dry lips. Hot tears trickled from her lowered chin. Mixing in with the few drops of blood that painted the wood floor. “I don’t want to be alone, Akaboshi. I’m such a disgrace of a ninja.”

“But. . .” Her sobs slightly altered into a calmer state. As a realization dawned on her. “I really don’t hate it here.” Her tears ceased and her breathing became more normal, slowed. “I have my Akaboshi. My friend from the past. He’s the one who unknowingly saved me.”|END|
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