Organization IV

Maxsodin awoke.

Too many sensations hit her for her to comprehend, but here's a list:
1.) Her head throbbed
2.) her heart was pounding in her ears
3.) the room was spinning
4.) Her stomach felt like it had been deflated and then turned inside out
5.) the room smelled odd; the sharp smell of antiseptics hung gloomily

Overall, she felt neglected.

She sat up, an effort beyond her capacity, though she managed to succeed. She wondered momentarily where she was, or how she got here. Then it all came back to her.

Everything: the almost-battle, the taking over of the Darkness, Sora... everything hit her again with a force so palpable she fell back down to a laying position.

She groaned aloud, wanting anything to be anywhere but here, in this room, without any familiar faces. No, I take that back, she didn't want to see her friends. She knew they couldn't forgive her, not after what had happened.

All she wanted was to go back.

To have her old life back.

No troubles.

Odd sandwiches of Nexan's.

Caring insults of Xahsa's.

Burns and wounds of Braxyd's.


A tear formed in her eye. Just another sign that going back would never happen. She was stuck in a world formed to hate her. To despise her. To rid itself of her.

Besides, she had never belonged in the past anyway. None of them had. They were all born into normal lives, with families and siblings. They had been taken from that world, and would never get back.

Maxsodin curled up on her bed, the sheets so white it gave her a headache. She shut her eyes tight, uttering her final wish.

Please let me die, please let me die, please let me die, please get me out of here, please please please just let me die...

She opened one eye. Not dead. Uttering a curse that was chocked by an oncoming river of tears, Maxsodin shut herself from the world.

Lying on the bed, Maxsodin remained motionless as she had been for days, having finally cried herself to sleep, wishing only to be freed from the world that had formed around her.