InsaneJournal

Who: Maeko, open
What: Doing something really stupid
Where: Butt-erfly room
When: After all this crap
Why: There is no more rage.

There was a small hallway somewhere in the butterfly room. 'Somewhere' because the door kind of appreared when it felt it was wanted.

The doors in the hallway, with the exception of the one leading back into the butterfly room, were white, each decorated with a brightly coloured wooden ornamant like the door to a child's bedroom might be. From an ambulence and a game controller and a cake to the newest, a notebook and pencil, they were all in somewhat poor taste.

Outside the door that was decorated with a red bird (which really didn't help. Everything she was...even that door was defined by Misaki.) was a shapeless bundle of blankets. Every now and then it sobbed. Sometimes it reached up toward the handle and one of the large hands flanking it would pull it back while the other scurried off and produced another blanket out of nowhere and added it to the pile a if it would do any good. It didn't seem like it would be too difficult to just slip out from under the blankets to enter but the hands seemed to be doing a passable job of keeping this from happenning. Maeko was happy to pretend to herself that they were preventing her from going through.

In reality, she had chickenned out. All the rage, all the adrenaline, all the will to do anything at all was gone. She was angry only at herself, and even then only vaguely.