slippedhalo
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OOC: Finally, we'll be getting to Tuesday morning soon! Tests and Education can begin.
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Austin was in a long hallway. It was old and rundown, a think layer of dust covering everything in sight. There was a door at the end of the hallway and he walked towards it. He was at the door and it slowly opened to reveal a dingy room splattered with grime and gore. But Austin ignored that. He ignored everything but what he saw, the most cruel and disturbing image his mind could conger. There in the middle of the room, hanging by her wrists, was April. She was wearing tattered rags, and covered in blood, bruises, welts, and wounds. He slowly walked towards her, tears streaming down his face. Her eyes opened and she stared into his eyes, into his soul. "Why, Austin? Why?" She said. Austin tried to speak, but no words came out of his mouth. "Why?" She kept saying over and over as Austin stood in helpless silence. "You did this!" She screamed.
Austin woke up with a startled shout. He saw April curled up next to him, looking at him in confusion. "Are you ok?" He asked, feeling tears streaming down his face at the memory of his nightmare. "I'm so sorry." He said before doubling over in a fit of coughing.
Austin stated at April while she spoke, her face crystal clear despite his tears. He stared at her, the first person who'd ever awoken such strong feelings within him. He loved her more than anything, he knew it deep down in his bones. He'd kill for her. He'd die for her. And he knew her happiness meant more to him than his own. "You're right. You deserve better than me." Austin said. He quickly stood up, pulling on a pair of pants, before running out the door. Austin kept running, his eyes blinded by tears. He felt the cold metal of the ship change to soft grass underneath his bare feet.
When Austin finally stopped running he didn't know where he was. He was in the garden, but in a part of it he'd never seen before. It seemed to be an orchard of some kind, ending in a wall of shrubs. Austin walked forward, ignoring the clawing branches as he pushed his way through the wall or shrubs. He kept pushing until he found a small space between the plants.
"I felt the hate rise up in me. Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves. I wander out where you can't see. Inside my shell I wait and bleed." The song echoed in his head as he fell to the ground, burying his face in the grass and smiling despite the sobs that racked his body. "That's the perfect song for this moment." He thought, feeling the familiar sting of cuts and scrapes on his arms, caused from his push through the shrubs. "I wish I had a knife." Austin thought as he continued to sob in his hiding place, mourning the love he had for April.