Post by Kokoro on Apr 25, 2012 19:21:43 GMT -8
(January 1st, 2025)
Last night, apparently, had been a celebration. She knew about New Years, of course. She'd just never celebrated, and was kind of scared to at the time. Yes, it was a new year. It was a new life for her. But she just didn't get the need to party over it. Smaller celebrations, quieyer, less sleep - deprivating, sure. She hadn't gotten any sleep last night.[/blockquote]
Perhaps yhat was a good thing, though. Her dreams had been getting frighteningly realistic and bunched together, her reality harder and harder to identify. Nightmares haunted her and they were so painfully real, so terribly vivid, that she wasn't sure, sometimes, that she wasn't still in the lab. Perhaps she'd simply gone insane. Maybe they were playing with hallucinogens.
However, she was determined to make today a good day. She was declaring todqy her birthday. She didn't remember her real birthday, after all. Why not choose such a symbolic date as this?
She'd avoided leaving her room for the ten days she'd been here. She should head out, but she just couldn't bring herself to open that door, to find a reality that wasn't her own. Her father, the robot... He confused her. How could she be related to a robot? And her name... He'd alled her Kokoro. It was cute, but... Well, it just didn't feel like it belonged to her. It felt like a pet name, a tag, a spurr of the moment gesture. Could she choose her name, as well as her birthday?
Her scarrs bit at her as she pulled a shirt over her head. It was too big, but it was clothing. And it color. She loved color. Color was such a beautiful concept. Such a welcome thing. She'd grown up without color, and she hadn't liked it. Her flute was even white. Her flute... She'd left her flute behind! That was the only truly wonderful, beautiful thing she'd ever had... And she left it. A quick tear escaped as she sat down.
Maybe today wasn't such a great day after all. She was scared to meet these people, these robots. She didn't even have the one thing that marked her sanity, that made her... Her. Yes, one more day. One more day in comfort. She was so glad they'd had empty rooms...