Phantom Pains: Mirror Shoujo
Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 7:34 pm
I'm currently working on a re-write of Phantom Pains. It'll be out at some point, but I want to make sure I know where I'm going before I post anything!
Please be aware that this fanfic will include some swearing.
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Prologue: White (This Post)
Part 1: Class Rep
Part 2: Lunch with Satou
Part 3: 6/10 on my index
Part 4: Metronome
Part 5: The rewards speak for themselves
Part 6: Air, Wind, Ground, Track
Part 7: The Shangai
Part 8: Just a man and his legs
Part 9: Saki for the second time
Part 10: More of a tea girl
Part 11: Hangover
Part 12: Slip
Part 13: Finale
Scrapped Segments:
Part ?: It's been a while...
Bonus: Unused Character Designs
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Music track: Cold Iron
White. White. White.
All I’ve seen since I’ve awoken is the ceiling.
Days seem to merge into each-other as the weeks pass by and all I see is the white fucking ceiling.
I wish I could find peace reading. Or even something else even a tiny bit less boring that laying down all the time, though I can imagine It’s hard to read when you’re all but strapped to the hospital bed.
During my stay at the hospital I’ve heard various words thrown around In my presence: Punctured Lungs, Broken Ribs, Fractured Skull, Bruised Brain, Blood Loss, Spinal Damage, and many more. But there was one word that stuck with me:
Amputee.
It’s the kind of word that makes you feel Ill.
The doctors have covered my waist and down with multiple sheets, as if try to hide the fact that I’m now missing a leg. Despite their efforts, I’ve noticed.
Each day the doctor visits and goes through his routine of standing at the end of my bed and ticking things off a checklist while making various “Hmm”ing sounds. Each time I ask him when I’ll be up, and each time he dodges the question with some answer I’ve all but stopped listening to at this point since I know I’ll just be disappointed.
“Ahh, Well… After seeing your progress I believe we can sit you up soon, I know It’s not much but, It’s progress”
“Ah, I see- Wait”
Music track: Comfort
It takes a second for me to realise that he hasn’t dodged the question this time.
“Say that again please?” I quickly blink myself awake from what seems like weeks of daydreaming.
“We’ll be sitting you up this week, Kazuko” This time his smile doesn’t seem like he’s plastered It to his face to try and make me feel better this time, but It’s actually a smile, a real smile.
If there were a color for hope, a single drop of It has been carefully dripped Into the sea of white paint that I’ve been staring at for weeks.
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Music Track: Raindrops and Puddles
I’m snapped from my morning revere by the sound of papers being slapped down on the small desk in front of me. The doctor leans forward and begins speaking to me.
“Goodmorning Kazuko. I’ve some news for you” He takes a couple steps around the bed, that’s never a good sign.
“As you may well know, the school year will be beginning soon. After talking to your parents we’ve decided that It’s best you return to study.” For some reason I seem to be welling up.
Control your feelings Kazuko, Be a man!
“However I would have liked to keep you in for a little longer. The injuries that you’ve sustained are very serious and will likely still require medical attention for some time”
Okay, No worries, I’m fine, honest.
“That said, there Is a choice for you to make. There a school neaby, Yamaku Academy. It’s a school that’s run specially for students who are disabled.” The use of the word “Disabled” puts a sour taste in my mouth.
“Many students study at Yamaku, and many go on to lead fulfilling, normal lives. In Fact a friend of mine teaches there, If you like I can get you in contact with him and you can ask any questions you like?”
Music Track: Friendship
Normal…
Ooohkay… Take a deep breath Kazuko.. You can handle this..
After standing in silence for a second, he notices the look on my face and realizes that I’m not going to respond.
“Well, I’m going to leave the choice to you, as your parents are fully prepared for either scenario. I will leave the papers here, and you can look over them, feel free to take as long as you like making your decision”
I slide the various booklets to the side and skim over the front of the application form, picking out occasional important details that have already been filled in by my doctor and mother:
I spend the rest of the morning reading the numerous pages of details while attempting to enjoy a cup of cheap coffee, but failing at the latter due to It’s cost.
The booklet makes everyone look so happy. Will I be happy there? I'm sure I'll be more happy than being stuck in this hospital.
Most of it seems acceptable. Not optimal, but acceptable, given my situation.
I take the pen from my night stand and flip to the last page:
Guardian/Parent Signature: Mrs.Momoru
Applicant Signature:
Here’s to a new life...
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Next
Please be aware that this fanfic will include some swearing.
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Prologue: White (This Post)
Part 1: Class Rep
Part 2: Lunch with Satou
Part 3: 6/10 on my index
Part 4: Metronome
Part 5: The rewards speak for themselves
Part 6: Air, Wind, Ground, Track
Part 7: The Shangai
Part 8: Just a man and his legs
Part 9: Saki for the second time
Part 10: More of a tea girl
Part 11: Hangover
Part 12: Slip
Part 13: Finale
Scrapped Segments:
Part ?: It's been a while...
Bonus: Unused Character Designs
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Music track: Cold Iron
White. White. White.
All I’ve seen since I’ve awoken is the ceiling.
Days seem to merge into each-other as the weeks pass by and all I see is the white fucking ceiling.
I wish I could find peace reading. Or even something else even a tiny bit less boring that laying down all the time, though I can imagine It’s hard to read when you’re all but strapped to the hospital bed.
During my stay at the hospital I’ve heard various words thrown around In my presence: Punctured Lungs, Broken Ribs, Fractured Skull, Bruised Brain, Blood Loss, Spinal Damage, and many more. But there was one word that stuck with me:
Amputee.
It’s the kind of word that makes you feel Ill.
The doctors have covered my waist and down with multiple sheets, as if try to hide the fact that I’m now missing a leg. Despite their efforts, I’ve noticed.
Each day the doctor visits and goes through his routine of standing at the end of my bed and ticking things off a checklist while making various “Hmm”ing sounds. Each time I ask him when I’ll be up, and each time he dodges the question with some answer I’ve all but stopped listening to at this point since I know I’ll just be disappointed.
“Ahh, Well… After seeing your progress I believe we can sit you up soon, I know It’s not much but, It’s progress”
“Ah, I see- Wait”
Music track: Comfort
It takes a second for me to realise that he hasn’t dodged the question this time.
“Say that again please?” I quickly blink myself awake from what seems like weeks of daydreaming.
“We’ll be sitting you up this week, Kazuko” This time his smile doesn’t seem like he’s plastered It to his face to try and make me feel better this time, but It’s actually a smile, a real smile.
If there were a color for hope, a single drop of It has been carefully dripped Into the sea of white paint that I’ve been staring at for weeks.
---
Music Track: Raindrops and Puddles
I’m snapped from my morning revere by the sound of papers being slapped down on the small desk in front of me. The doctor leans forward and begins speaking to me.
“Goodmorning Kazuko. I’ve some news for you” He takes a couple steps around the bed, that’s never a good sign.
“As you may well know, the school year will be beginning soon. After talking to your parents we’ve decided that It’s best you return to study.” For some reason I seem to be welling up.
Control your feelings Kazuko, Be a man!
“However I would have liked to keep you in for a little longer. The injuries that you’ve sustained are very serious and will likely still require medical attention for some time”
Okay, No worries, I’m fine, honest.
“That said, there Is a choice for you to make. There a school neaby, Yamaku Academy. It’s a school that’s run specially for students who are disabled.” The use of the word “Disabled” puts a sour taste in my mouth.
“Many students study at Yamaku, and many go on to lead fulfilling, normal lives. In Fact a friend of mine teaches there, If you like I can get you in contact with him and you can ask any questions you like?”
Music Track: Friendship
Normal…
Ooohkay… Take a deep breath Kazuko.. You can handle this..
After standing in silence for a second, he notices the look on my face and realizes that I’m not going to respond.
“Well, I’m going to leave the choice to you, as your parents are fully prepared for either scenario. I will leave the papers here, and you can look over them, feel free to take as long as you like making your decision”
I slide the various booklets to the side and skim over the front of the application form, picking out occasional important details that have already been filled in by my doctor and mother:
- Applicant: Kazuko Momoru
Condition(s): Amputated Limb (Left leg), Minor Spinal Damage.
Advised Treatment (If any): Physical Therapy for Prosthesis, Prosthesis Fitting, Physical Therapy for any Spinal issues that may become apparent.
Required Medications: Co-Codamol or Morphone for Phantom Pains and Spinal Irritation.
I spend the rest of the morning reading the numerous pages of details while attempting to enjoy a cup of cheap coffee, but failing at the latter due to It’s cost.
The booklet makes everyone look so happy. Will I be happy there? I'm sure I'll be more happy than being stuck in this hospital.
Most of it seems acceptable. Not optimal, but acceptable, given my situation.
I take the pen from my night stand and flip to the last page:
Guardian/Parent Signature: Mrs.Momoru
Applicant Signature:
Here’s to a new life...
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