Rei Kurosawa (
cursemarked) wrote in
savetheearth2013-05-01 08:05 pm
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I remembered something strange.
I was laying on my back on a stone floor in a closed room, covered only by a white yukata--or something like that. Maybe it was just a sheet. I don't know.
Anyway, I looked around and saw four identical girls, wearing clothes like a Japanese shrine maiden. In their hands were hammers and stakes. It looked something like this I think. [She links to a painting she did of the event, carefully blocking her own face out.] There were others like me pinned to the floor and the walls.
One by one the girls knelt down; I struggled but I couldn't move. My limbs just felt heavy. Then there was a pain spreading through my body, like nothing I can explain. The girls put the tips of the stakes on each palm and ankle. The pain spread up to my neck, then my face. It looked like my skin was bruising all over-- I know it doesn't make sense, but that's what it looked like. My eyes started to hurt next, then I watched the hammers strike the stakes at once and felt a sharp pain.
And then nothing.
People don't share their memories much, but I don't have anyone else to turn to. Does this sound familiar to anyone? I'll try to do research of my own, but.
I'm a little scared.
Sorry.
I was laying on my back on a stone floor in a closed room, covered only by a white yukata--or something like that. Maybe it was just a sheet. I don't know.
Anyway, I looked around and saw four identical girls, wearing clothes like a Japanese shrine maiden. In their hands were hammers and stakes. It looked something like this I think. [She links to a painting she did of the event, carefully blocking her own face out.] There were others like me pinned to the floor and the walls.
One by one the girls knelt down; I struggled but I couldn't move. My limbs just felt heavy. Then there was a pain spreading through my body, like nothing I can explain. The girls put the tips of the stakes on each palm and ankle. The pain spread up to my neck, then my face. It looked like my skin was bruising all over-- I know it doesn't make sense, but that's what it looked like. My eyes started to hurt next, then I watched the hammers strike the stakes at once and felt a sharp pain.
And then nothing.
People don't share their memories much, but I don't have anyone else to turn to. Does this sound familiar to anyone? I'll try to do research of my own, but.
I'm a little scared.
Sorry.

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Hopefully the pieces will all start to come together soon. I hope.
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What did you get before?
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I don't know why, but when it rained I felt like there was a hole in my heart, something missing I couldn't get back. Compared to most people, it wasn't bad.