_disasterpiece (_disasterpiece) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-01-28 00:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-02, asami, lorenzo |
It seems that all that was good has died
Who: Asami and Lorenzo
Where: The Hathaway house
When: Early afternoon
There were some days, much to Asami's despair, when she couldn't even wander off while remaining in the same place as Lorenzo for long. Sometimes she was pulled right back, forced to hover over the object of her hatred for every little millisecond of his miserable life. A life which she wished she could have ended already. His voice became unbearable, insufferable, and Asami would scream and shout to drown it out; standing in front of him begging him to stop living.
While sometimes Asami would resort to sit in a corner with her head on her knees and arms around her ears, trying desperately to pretend she wasn't there, other times she would be filled with such rage that she had no choice but to give shape to it. Today was one of those days. Forced to stand by while he went about his business Asami did everything in her power to become noticeable, to make him feel pain. Her goal was ultimate pain, every minute of every hour. She wanted to hear him scream, moan, growl, beg. And then she wanted to watch this go on forever. Wherever he walked she walked beside him, trying her best to knock over every single thing on every surface Lorenzo passed by. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. If it did, she gained strength out of satisfaction. If it didn't, she gained strength through anger.
"You will beg for death yet, murderer." She murmured in his ear, hoping he felt the cold she felt every day since her death.