She was just so tired. So very tired of it all. She was tired of the nightmares, tired of the flashbacks, tired of being hyper-aware at all hours. In general, she was tired of life. How long she had been kidding herself, hoping that Saemon would come back to her or at least send her a letter. How long had it been since she was completely sober, and not in this inebriated state?
Looking around her apartment, the one she had killed her captor in, she almost couldn't believe just how far she had fallen. She hadn't slept in her room since that night, hardly even slept at the apartment. She had passed out more than once and awakened in more than a few strange beds. How many times had she cried the past months?
Being in this apartment, it was terrible. She could never truly rest and she hated it. The tattoo she once adored, she now hid, terrified of it and the scars that she had given herself trying to tear it from her body in a spout of drunken terror.
It had taken her less than a month to put in her resignation, and less than another to turn to drinking full time. In a rare moment of lucidity, she planned this day. She told herself that if she was attacked one more time, then she would remove herself from the world. After all, who really cared about her? No one. Her patients had all been transferred to healers better suited to their needs. After the last attack, she may have opened up to Uri, but she just couldn't stay close and had avoided him once she was able to escape. The one man that she felt safe around, and almost allowed herself to love, had left with nary a word.
And now? Now she was very much ready to go. For the final time, she walked her apartment. She allowed tears to fall when she walked through what was once her sanctuary. Once upon a time, her bedroom and en suite were her safety net. Now, she could hardly be there. She had sent a letter to Uri that morning and he was sure to get in after she was already gone. With the letter had been a containment scroll, which contained her sword. She didn't know if he would use it, but she had performed a ceremony to tie it to him and his future progeny.
She started getting tired and knew that the pills that she had taken were beginning to kick in. She had taken enough to kill herself, but not to make it hard on her body. She laid down on her bed, folded her hands over her stomach and allowed herself to succumb to the deep dark, the beginning of a new adventure that she hoped would be better than the last.
[spoilername="Letter to Uri"]Uri,
I am sorry that I have not spoken to you in a while. I have been having a rather hard time as of late. I Kami this letter is harder to write than I imagined it would. This is somewhat a will, but I have little of worth. I guess this is more of a "you helped me when I needed it most, and now I am returning the favor in the only way I can" letter. By the time you have received this letter, I will already be gone. No, I have not fled the village, I have taken my life. My entire family is gone, as such, the scroll contains your new katana. It was passed from generation to generation, and now, I have passed it on to you and your future family. I have also left you a scroll with the last of my fortune. Please donate at least part of it to the new medical facility. I would have liked to work there, but I just cannot stand this life any longer.
It may seem odd that I am writing to you, someone who I have only met twice. While it may not seem like it, you are the only one that I have felt close to in these last few months. My friend, thank you for being there in my moment of need.
Wakahisa Mio[/spoilername]
Looking around her apartment, the one she had killed her captor in, she almost couldn't believe just how far she had fallen. She hadn't slept in her room since that night, hardly even slept at the apartment. She had passed out more than once and awakened in more than a few strange beds. How many times had she cried the past months?
Being in this apartment, it was terrible. She could never truly rest and she hated it. The tattoo she once adored, she now hid, terrified of it and the scars that she had given herself trying to tear it from her body in a spout of drunken terror.
It had taken her less than a month to put in her resignation, and less than another to turn to drinking full time. In a rare moment of lucidity, she planned this day. She told herself that if she was attacked one more time, then she would remove herself from the world. After all, who really cared about her? No one. Her patients had all been transferred to healers better suited to their needs. After the last attack, she may have opened up to Uri, but she just couldn't stay close and had avoided him once she was able to escape. The one man that she felt safe around, and almost allowed herself to love, had left with nary a word.
And now? Now she was very much ready to go. For the final time, she walked her apartment. She allowed tears to fall when she walked through what was once her sanctuary. Once upon a time, her bedroom and en suite were her safety net. Now, she could hardly be there. She had sent a letter to Uri that morning and he was sure to get in after she was already gone. With the letter had been a containment scroll, which contained her sword. She didn't know if he would use it, but she had performed a ceremony to tie it to him and his future progeny.
She started getting tired and knew that the pills that she had taken were beginning to kick in. She had taken enough to kill herself, but not to make it hard on her body. She laid down on her bed, folded her hands over her stomach and allowed herself to succumb to the deep dark, the beginning of a new adventure that she hoped would be better than the last.
[spoilername="Letter to Uri"]Uri,
I am sorry that I have not spoken to you in a while. I have been having a rather hard time as of late. I Kami this letter is harder to write than I imagined it would. This is somewhat a will, but I have little of worth. I guess this is more of a "you helped me when I needed it most, and now I am returning the favor in the only way I can" letter. By the time you have received this letter, I will already be gone. No, I have not fled the village, I have taken my life. My entire family is gone, as such, the scroll contains your new katana. It was passed from generation to generation, and now, I have passed it on to you and your future family. I have also left you a scroll with the last of my fortune. Please donate at least part of it to the new medical facility. I would have liked to work there, but I just cannot stand this life any longer.
It may seem odd that I am writing to you, someone who I have only met twice. While it may not seem like it, you are the only one that I have felt close to in these last few months. My friend, thank you for being there in my moment of need.
Wakahisa Mio[/spoilername]