Games so far:Memories Lost: One; the loss in the Dismemberment game was cancelled by winning Truth or Lie.
Meeting her grandmother.
Seven memories for the memory share game:
Saving Miku
being named
waking up for the first time
the river
drowning
seeing her own face for the first time
dying
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her reflection
It's still, this time. Small. Safe. Mostly, anyway— when you stumble over you nearly fall, and you have to look down and see the way the mud slips around your feet to get the rest of the way there. And when you do... the surface is hard. Ice, you think, although you don't know exactly what that means at first, but the impression of cold and solidity that follows makes sense. ...You think. Maybe. (Why would cold make water hard...? Maybe it just looks hard?)
The moon and stars shine above you through the trees, and you can see them in the pond: bright and clear against the dark, even in the reflection. You can feel yourself going still looking at them, so for a while you just let yourself look, and be quiet.
Eventually, though, you want the water more than you want the quiet. So you move, lean forward to get ready to break the ice and there's something looking at you, there's something in the water and you shove yourself back and almost fall over yourself trying to get away from— from...
...it had your stitches.
Your body is locked up; you can feel your heart beating. You're scared. But... you go back, and you look.
It isn't so bad, this time. You're expecting it, and it's just a face. The stitches on its face (your face...?) are ugly, and the skin is pale and bad looking. Its hair is dirty and has things stuck in it, just like you know yours does. It's still just a face. But the more you look... the more you know there's something wrong with it. You don't know what you look like, but you know- you know it isn't like that, it doesn't even look like something that would be on any of the people you've seen. So that can't be you, but there's nothing else it could be—
Your stomach hurts. Has been hurting, but it suddenly feels like it flips and you pull back. The back of your throat burns; putting a hand over your mouth feels like the right thing to do, so you do.
It isn't until the stitched up place on your face starts to burn, too, that you realize you're crying.