!kz7/ei9OjM 2009/04/20 (Mon) 00:31 No. 27806
Forgot to announce writing again. Apologies.
You step away from your urge to help the books to their proper places, there's someone else with a need for help and you can't ignore it this time. You don't think anyone's going to suddenly appear again to help her now.
You quickly scribble down something, requesting that she wait and that you'll help her apologize.
It doesn't take much to get to her, as she's walking slowly away. As you get in front of her with your proposition in hand, she looks up at it, her blank face reading the words.
“You did nothing wrong.” There's no emotion in her voice either. “It's only me, I'm the problem. I can't do anything except break things.”
“No, you can do more.” You quickly write down. “You can also make things, you can make up what you did to P” You scribble away writing down Patchouli again, she might have another breakdown. “her, write something, like what I'm doing, tell her you're sorry, so she will know it.”
She frowns. “But they're just words on paper... that's no good.”
“It's more than just words!” You can't exactly shout as you'd like to, so making the words thicker is all you really could do. “They're your feelings brought down on paper, set down on stationary so that those who are unable to hear your thoughts will be able to understand how you feel from just reading your work. Because you spend your time working on it, they are special words because they were made by you. Look around you, nothing here is just words on paper they're the hard work of thousands upon thousands of people who spent their time to deliver their thoughts, feelings, adventures, and experiences with others who eventually read through their books. You don't have to write a book, just a heartfelt letter of your most sincere apologies. I'm sure she would understand” You hand her an extra piece of paper. “Would you like to try?”
She stares at the paper, gently taking it into her hands. “I... I can't hurt anyone with just writing too, right?”
“Not at all.” You reply. “Come on, lets go somewhere where it's easier to write.” You motion with your feather and guide her back.
“Yeah, s-sure.” She follows you back to the desk Patchouli was using earlier. She takes a seat and shifts uncomfortably, looking around the desk. “Um... now what?”
“Just write. If there's something you really want to say it'll go down on paper naturally, it also helps to read out what you're writing so it won't sound awkward.” With that, you hand over your pen. She looks at it and presses it against the paper, probably not too sure how to start. In the meantime you get to work on the bookcases that she flipped up earlier, filling them up with books.
She begins to silently read out her words as she writes down her letter. "I'm sorry Patchy. I really, really mean it. It's not my fault, well no, it is, I think, I mean I don't know why it happens but I don't wanna do it again. I'm sorry Patchy. I just can't stop myself when it happens only when...” She sobs a bit but continues writing after a pause, still reading it aloud. “It's just, it's not like I don't like you or anything! I really have fun when you teach me stuff, even though I get bored and sometimes fall asleep...” She sits still for a few seconds mumbling to herself. “But it's not like you're boring or anything! Really! You're not... sometimes it just gets to be too much for me... I really, really, really, really, want you to keep teaching me, please Patchy. I don't like going crazy.”
The desk becomes completely silent, she's stopped sobbing and gradually, she starts mumbling to herself you can't hear her at all. The various books on the desk start shaking and the vibrations increase until a stack of books falls over, causing the girl to gasp. The vibrations cease and she starts hyperventilating. “No... no, no, no, no no no no no no stop it, stop it.” She wildly scratches her pen on the paper. “There, there, all gone. No more.” Her breathing slows down and after a while she begins writing again. “I really, really want to say I'm sorry but since you can't hear me, I'm writing this so you can. I'm very sorry Patchy. From, Flandre Scarlet.” She sets the quill pen down and holds up the paper. “I think... this is all I wanna say now. Um... I think I'll still go to my room, but, you know, thank you for showing me how I can tell Patchy this. I feel a lot better now. So, um, bye, whoever you are.” She begins walking away again, but she seems a whole lot more better than before.
You take a look at her paper, nearly all that was said had been written down on the paper. Somewhere near the end though, is a hastily scribbled off black spot in the paper. crazy never, don't like being crazy not at all never no don't want to be crazy bad so bad hurts people hurt them breaking breaking can't fix no can't can't no don't like stop stop... You set down the paper back on the desk. Best to just leave it for Patchouli to read later.
The desk area is cleaned up now, save for the mess on Patchouli's desk. Though she may want to read them later so you leave them alone. What would you like to do now?
[ ] Write in, because I have no clue what to place as choices.