In a dimly lit room there is a girl with light brown hair, big eyes that are lifeless, and white skin. The bags beneath her eyes are prominant, but light still radiates from her face as if it wanted to declare that she was still beautiful. She is sitting-- no, tied to a large wooden chair with dents all over it. There are Red marks on her wrist, almost horrifyingly carved onto her thin arms, making her delicate hands look as if it was seperated from the arm. Her black eyes outlined with black eyelashes give her the pretty, mystical look, but the eyes are lifeless and staring into thin air, making her look like a doll.

A door creaks, and more light into the room, a silhouette of a tall, lean boy shadowing most of the light.

He seems to be holding something-

A tray with a bowl, a cup, a spoon placed neatly on the laced tablecloth.

click-

The boy flicks the switch, and florescent light suddenly floods the room, illuminating his face and the room.

The room is surprisingly neat, painted all in white as if newfallen snow had stuck to the walls.

The girl winces as the light pierces her irises painfully, without warning.

"Ayaaa!" The boy finally opens his mouth, smiling innocently. Almost too innocent.

"I missed you, did you miss me?" He says happily, as if he couldn"t see the red marks on her wrist and her unmoving, blank stare.

tak-

Placing the tray on a nearby table, he casually walks to where Aya is tied up.

He tries to kiss her on the cheek, but she winces away, a disgusted look on her face.

"Aya...." he looks into her eyes sadly, holding her chin up and caressing her hair.

She flinches every time he touches her, but all she can do is look up at him, full of pain, like a muted animal.

Tears fill her eyes as he starts to embrace her, and they start falling one by one, dripping on his shoulder and creating a puddle.

"A....aya...." he gasps, trying to wipe the tears that are now freefalling from her