"Why isn't it working?!" For the past two minutes Osamu and I've been sweating bullets because we couldn't faze through the mirror like last time. I kept whining and pulling my hair.
"I don't know, Atsu." But so was Osamu. I was older than him of course, but it was always like it was supposed to be the other way around.
"Hurry up will you?! He can't hold her off for long you know!"
"How about you shut 'yer mouth and let me think!" He read books so naturally, anyone would assume he's smart, so did I, so I did as told as shut my mouth. I bit my nails furiously— anxiously trying to avoid the ending where we wouldn't end up escaping.
And just like that our day got worse. The pale boy started running back towards us and the shed with the frosty crowbar dangling in his hand. My eyes almost gouge out from their sockets, my hands rapidly reaching out for him but he just slows down and avoids my contact. She was no where near us, in fact she was still on the snow, gripping her injured leg from afar.
The boy took both of the shed doors and made them collide. Lastly he put the crowbar in between both handles, just in case. That was when I noticed he was just as smart as Osamu. God, why'd I have to get stuck with two Einsteins.
"Tsumu, what was the last thing you touched back in our world? Before I pulled you in." My eyebrows wiggled at his question. He gave attention to it and sighed. "It might help us get out of here." My face crinkles up in thought.
I thought back to way back then, my fingers slowly caressing my chin. "Well— the batteries I guess?" I saw Osamu stop. It's when he looked back at us with a chuckle.
"That makes sense. The blackout, the flashlight, and the shed. It's how she died." When he pieced it all together my brain sort of malfunctioned but I got the hang of the situation pretty fast. I had to agree with him, it did make sense. We were re-living the way she died.
Osamu turned back around and began digging through the dusty shelves, the boy beside me covering his face with the collar of his shirt. "You don't know what it was like. Getting your insides destroyed by your mother in such a dark place." Chills grew on my skin at her words. The boy with the curly hair immediately positioning himself in front of the wooden doors that were far taller than him.
"She was my mother, the person every child should feel safe around. Yet I didn't have the luxury and you did! I envy you all, you bratty little children, I was born unlucky while you were getting fed homemade pie and kissed goodnight! I need you to feel my struggle once and for all."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
