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he saw that she was asleep so he got up and walked around the room .. being in the room for a couple of hours was making him crazy .. he wanted to go out .. he wanted to feel at least a bit of freedom that this place offered him .. and most of all he regretted not getting the blades from under his pillow .. the timing is perfect for him to end it all

@[f] lee sungjong Noona? She thought, blinking a few times to make sure she was awake and not hearing things. How old...do I seem? Kumo questioned quietly to herself before her eyes fluttered shut and her breathing evened.

he nodded understanding exactly what she meant and watched her go over to her bed "night noona" he said as he sat up and hugged his knees leaning his chen on them thinking about random things

@[f] lee sungjong "Lucid dreaming," Kumo muttered, "Ever tried it? It's the act of consciously dreaming and making decisions." She explained, "Sora used to do it a bunch back then to keep away her nightmares...but that's a story for another time." She continued, nodding her head slightly, "Something bad happens in a dream? Imagine it all away. Manipulate them, there's not that much to explain. Don't let yourself become afraid of your own dreams; those were made from your own imagination" Kumo was really bad at explaining things. She was bad with conversing with others in general, talking about lucid dreaming was a pretty hard task. "Mah, I'm going back to bed." She sighed and walked over to her own bed, lying down and covering only half her body with the blanket. It was too hot to keep it on all the way and too cold to leave it off.

he turned around "o-oh im okay .. im used to it .. its fine" he said and it sounded like he was saying it to himself instead of to eva .. he nodded "they are all in my head" he said and looked at her "how do I control them?" he never knew that he could control his dreams .. he wanted to know how so maybe he will get at least a night of good sleep

@[f] lee sungjong She blinked when he suddenly sat up. "Are you okay?" She asked and tilted her head to the side. She didn't know how to comfort him if he wasn't. Kumo sighed and got up, sitting back down on her bed, "Don't let nightmares bother you. They're in your mind, control them." She advised and laid back down. "They are only scary because you're letting them be scary." She knew from her own experience. Believe it or not, the strong and powerful Kumo was a wuss back then too.

sungjong's body stayed still when her hand landed on his forehead .. he was able to hear and feel everything around him but it was all mashed up in the nightmare he was experiencing .. he didnt know which nightmare was worse the one when he's sleeping or the one he lives with he's awake

he kept hiccuping and crying softly untill he got up startled with c9ld sweat covering him .. his hole body shaking like a leaf .. he looked around to make sure that his classmates and the nuns werent in the room

@[f] lee sungjong Kumo hummed a few more lines of the song, voice becoming gradually softer and softer, until she was completely quiet. Her breathing was slow and steady, rhythmic. Sleep had overcame her.

She was awakened during the night by the male's distress. She sat up slowly and rubbed her eyes before going over to the other's bed and resting a hand on his forehead. "Shhh." She whispered, "Go to sleep, little lamb." Her voice was croaky and old sounding as she had only just awoken. She'd always been terrible with people, it was Hare and Ame's jobs to deal with them and act accordingly. Kumo was the one who fought and argued and handled the rough, dirty stuff. She sat at the edge of the lamb's bed and watched him as he slept. She cringed. How creepy of her....

sungjong was almost asleep and he heard a beautiful voice .. he figured that she thought he was asleep so he stayed still .. enjoying her sweet voice as it slowly lulled him to sleep

and as usual he could never get a good rest .. he kept tossi g and turning .. whining and crying in his sleep because of his nightmares and it was worse with the stress the nuns are putting on him

@[f] lee sungjong "You were in pain too, weren't you?" She asked, and chuckled a bit, "Don't act like I'm all strong and mighty. You are too. You went through enough pain to have to physically harm yourself to get rid of it. And you're still here. Your scars also show your strength." Kumo's voice becam quieter the more she spoke, realizing that the other might've fallen asleep. She then gently began to hum the tune of Tsumugi Uta. When she thought that he had fallen asleep, she sang softly, almost minutely.

"In the short time we have to play out our lives
We get swept off our feet by the calm
Remaining with the memories we'll always have
Spinning them into two spirals and then they fade away..."

Sungjong bit his lips and nuzzled his face in the pillow .. feeling guilty .. 'see you made her feel bad .. its all your fault' the voices in his head screamed

"my wrists are really bad .. and they are a sign of weakness .. but yours .. they are a sighn of strength that you got hurt that much and you are still here " he said and closed his eyes hoping to get some rest since he knew that he will be here for a long time

@[f] lee sungjong "Don't let anyone stop you from being gay. Don't even let them try. Everyone here is perfect, I don't believe in none of this 'flawed' bull." Kumo sighed. People were still people on the end. Didn't this corrupted government know that? Human beings with thoughts and feelings, who can't just change because others wanted them to. It's much harder than that, didn't they know? People should just be accepted for who they are. Of course, it would be a problem if the said 'flawed' person was ill. Visits to a doctor or maybe a stay at the hospital would've been able to fix them up, with the technology they had now, it wouldn't have been hard. But it's more complicated that that, Kumo knew it. Even a perfect world would have its flaws.

Kumo froze up, hearing the other's words. Pretty? She was pretty? "I'm not pretty at all." She scoffed "The scars are an eye sore and though they may represent who I am, I resent them." She explained, eyes catching the small, slight movement of his hands pulling down his sleeves. "You should take your own advice, shouldn't you?" She asked, slightly puzzled. "Besides, yours aren't that bad. Many people have self inflicted scars on their arms and wrists and thighs. Mine...were caused my other people. Some from strangers, but most...by my mother. And they're on my face too. It's pitiful." Kumo closed her eyes and took in some air. She hated her life.

@[f] eva cheung Sungjong sighed in relief when he heard what she said .. but he was still nervous "y-yea they are stupid .. l-like how is that going to stop me from being gay? why did they bring this freaking church here .. they know nothing" he said .. well he forgot that eva was there and it was like he was speaking to himself .. he stopped talking when he remembered 'you stupid you are not alone'

he laid down on the bed and turned to his side with his back facing her "you're really pretty .. dont hide your scars like I do .. they are what makes you ... you" he said and pulled his sleeves down to cover his palms

@[f] lee sungjong She watched as he took his time moving to the bed before sitting down and letting his eyes wonder. Kumo blinked and her lips pressed into a thin line. She raised her hand to cover the bottom half of her face, sighing when she felt her rough and scarred skin instead of the soft fabric of a mask. They had taken it from her, and if she pulled out another mask, she was sure they would take them all from her. She didn't want to take the risk. Her hand dropped back down and found its way back into her lap and she laid back down onto her bed, eyes staring dully at the ceiling.

"No. I won't even touch you." She explained, "I'm not interested, and I doubt you are." Kumo sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "This is stupid, anyways. They're telling us not to sin and yet lust is a sin itself. These nuns are all ing stupid." Of course, under a normal circumstance, Kumo's language would be a bit more colorful, but considering the little lamb in her presence, she toned it down a bit. Just a bit.

Sungjong jumped a bit when he heard her voice .. be blinked and nodded moving to the other bed with his eyes still staring at the floor .. he gathered all his courage to look up at the girl .. 'shes pretty' he thought but he couldn't imagine doing 'it' with her .. he just can't

he loomed around the room and saw the broken tv and gulped .. if she did that to the tv what would she do to him? and he knows and he's pretty sure that she does too that he can't defend himself .. he cant even hide properly
"w-we are n-not going to do th-this right?" he asked in a quiet voice .. he was scared .. he didnt want to piss her off

@[f] lee sungjong Kumo blinked and tore her gaze away from the broken television screen. Her eyes focused on a lonesome figure, standing by her door, quivering, and staring at the floor. She said nothing. She didn't move. Kumo only stared. 'So this is Lee Sungjong? How sad,' she thought, 'so small....like a little animal.' She has a soft spot for little animals, and this one had won her sympathy. Not that he would find out though, she sniffed and turned her head to the side. Her voice cold, yet quiet, "You can sit if you'd like." She pointed at the bed opposite of her own with an uninjured hand. Kumo sighed, the nuns had only just started taking over the goddamned asylum and she was already tired. Tired and frustrated.

'Worry not, little animal -no, lamb,' she thought, 'I will try my best to prevent them from harming you.'
He was stuck with her after all. She did feel a bit responsible. And a little selfish too.
'I'm sorry though, little lamb, you're going to be stuck here for a very long time. I'm not interested in you, nor am I into ual relations in general. I am after all, halfway to auality.'

sungjon was shoved into the room and he heard the door lock behind him .. he was too scared to look up .. he didnt want to see the girl he MUST have with .. he doesnt like girls .. he have never seen girls in a ual way .. and he was scared of her .. she was in level four which is the most dangerous floor in the building .. he hoped that he wont get hurt or hurt anyone .. 'ing nun' he thought as he got up thinking of millions of things that he'd like to torture that nun

'wait .. no i cant be thinking this .. I shouldnt .. she doesnt deserve the pain .. I do' and with that he just got lost in his thoughts .. standing still while staring at the floor

Kumo gazed into the mirror, face frozen in an angry expression. Furious tears rolled down her cheeks, and her hands pressed against the skin on the lower half of her face. Her fingers traced over the hideous scars would be forever marked on her, and her long nails, cut into her cheeks, possibly creating new scars. The older and less serious ones, from years ago were fading away, but most of the others remained. Kumo's breaths were quick and panicky, as she picked at the thin, bright red, line shaped scabs on her cheeks. The hoped they would make newer, fresher scars. Though her scars were not features she appreciated, they were still hers, and she refused to let them fade away. They served as a reminder, a memory, a bookmark in her story. They represented her strength. Kumo wiped away the blood, smearing the crimson red across her face, as if it were face paint or makeup. Her tears washed the stains away though. Her morning ritual was now complete. She pulled out a small briefcase from beneath her bed and opened it. Aligned in her briefcase was four rows of eight masks, sorted by color. She gently picked up her darkest, blackest one, and strapped it on, adjusting it so she could breathe properly. She looked at her mirror again, eyes softening as her fingers traced the cracks on the mirror. This mirror was also a representation of her, and she loved it because of that. It was broken, shattered, and had permanent marks, just as she does. But it was also standing sturdy, and strong, just as she is.