Incy and Alita
“Are you okay?”, Incy asked. “I’m fine.”, Alita replied, but really she wasn’t, she was far from fine. She felt numb, one of the worst kind of pains that anyone could feel. She felt like her life has been one big mess, she didn’t want to talk to anybody, she wanted to be alone, like how she felt on the inside, and just lock the world out. She felt like a monster was trapped inside of her, and no matter what she did, she couldn’t get rid of it. She wishes she had never been born.
“Are you sure?”, Incy asked, not convinced, once again Alita replied with the same answer.
Incy didn’t know what to do, he felt like his and Alita’s relationship was pointless. She was never happy, no matter what he did. He felt irritated, bit his lip and clenched his fists, not knowing what to say or do.
Alita has always looked unhappy, but this time it looked different, he didn’t know why, but it did.
Incy couldn’t contain himself no longer, and snapped “You are always so miserable Alita, bloody hell, I just want one day where you can just be happy for once! Nothing is wrong with your life, you’re life is perfect!”. Alita carried on looking at the ground, in the same position she had been in for 8 hours.
He looked at her, waiting for a reaction, waiting for her to say something, but she didn’t.
“I’m going for a walk”, Incy snapped nastily, grabbed his coat, keys and cigarettes and walked out.
I’m planning on Alita killing herself, and just carrying on the story from there. Maybe Incy ends up in a psycho ward or something because he thinks he keeps seeing Alita. Who knows, when I have the time and energy, I’ll carry on with the story.
