Snippet #2767116

“Oh? Cheers.”
Seiko lay her head on the pillow. “You should not regret what is not your fault, Kaito,” she said. “But I know what you mean, trust me. Even though I haven't been through nearly as much shit as you, that agony inside is the same. That is why I cut. It drowns out the pain, but only for a while. Then it comes back. Like the monster was grown bigger when you weren't looking. And then you have to deal with it tenfold! But still, I can't stop. Hell knows I've tried. That was why I got into music. It makes me feel such joy when I get out on that stage... and yet I can't stop cutting!” She had a think and then giggled. “Hey! You should come to the club one time and try some of my pills! They make you feel so fine, like you're made of silk thread, or something so ethereal that you're like, drifting in the spaces between reality almost! You feel the vibrations of life… everything! Even the walls vibrate, you know?" A dreamy look came over her, but then her face fell. "However... come next morning... you are NOT fine. In fact, you are so far from fine, that your head just feels like a hammer shaped brick! One that's made out a combination of granite and lead!” Groaning, she buried her face in the pillow. Then suggested (her voice slightly muffled by the cotton) “Now that I'm here and willing to listen, you may as well tell me about the shit you been through. Then we can start dealing with it. Plus it'll take my mind off of real badly wanting to overdose and knowing I've got barbiturates in my bag...”