Anko2945: "Now, Go to Sleep"
This is the story of a young Reimu's harsh life on the streets. It is written in the third person, but with an interesting emphasis on Reimu's thoughts and point of view in the early parts. Listening to her parents' voices while she's on the stalk, she is warm and happy, but she is born into a disappointing reality. Her now-single mother is disheveled-looking and barely able to provide for them, unable to do anything but scream and puff at them when her sisters fight over the little food they have. She watches her mother's powerlessness when her sister Marisa gets infected with mold and dies in agony. Her other sister Marisa is run over by a bicycle and, even as she's dying, desperately tries to crawl to food. When her mother dies, her last words are for little Reimu to live.
The excerpt included in this illustration is from near the end of the story.
She leaned her flour body against the wall for support.
"Want... to... take... it... ea...jy"
She seemed about to succumb, but--
Little Reimu was still trying to go on.
Spurring her unmoving bottom, forcing the wounded flour skin to move.
She had no goal or solution, only to move. "In order to take it easy."
"Wei...mu... ij... shtill..."
There is no knowing what she was trying to say.
That tiny voice was unmistakably "shouting."
Each time she shouted, raising a voiceless cry, little Reimu got further and further from the condition that is "taking it easy."
Shouting, then moving. But never reaching a destination.