The Boy With The Blank Stare: Future

Chapter Twenty Three: Warped

TW: Emotional Abuse, Referenced Suicide, Mentions of Physical Abuse/Mental Abuse, referenced death.

Ouma's POV:

The moon was struck from the sky.

The woods was drowned in darkness, the ebony shadows clouded my eyes yet felt so familiar. Almost as if an old friend had come back to me, it was hard to know whether or not to hate that familiarity as I walked through the woods. Roots threatened to take hold of me, and the woods was a stoic silence as if the whispers themselves had somehow fallen to the dark woods or left to search reverently for the moon.

The woods for once didn't seem to try and swallow me whole but instead ignored me as if I wasn't even worthy of torment anymore. It left me empty, a vicious part of me almost wanted for it to lash out towards me, to give me any sort of sensation. The woods didn't answer my silent plea.

The stars were also missing from the sky as if stolen away by some phantom thief and I mourned their absence even more than the moon. Because even on those rare nights without the moon the stars were always there, even if faintly. It was a heinous crime to steal them away from the sky, but who would even try and find them here?

I'm alone.

"You always will be alone."

I froze in place as I turned around. A strange voice echoed from the treeline, it had responded to my thoughts as I searched like a maniac, trying to find whoever had heard me and saw me but was left with only the pitch darkness. 

"Hello?" I called out, hoping for a response, my heart was pounding as it fell into a rising crescendo, "is anyone out there? Please...please answer me" I yelled into the woods, into the void.

A song of laughter erupted from the trees, and that laughter grew in power and intensity, it was like a siren call as I quickly began running directionless as my only purpose was to find that voice and whoever it belonged to. To hold them tight and beg them not to leave me again to the isolation and fear that had plagued me, as the tree line disappeared I barely registered the cold rush of the wind and the slight scent of salt.

Fear.

Cold oppressive fear.

That was what I felt as my weight gave away to the open sky, and my body plummeted towards the spiked shores below.

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The days seem to melt into one another.

There was nothing to distinct them. It was always that simple routine and checkups, the kind voice the sub...the kind voice my father used, the meals were always the same with no exception. It almost made me miss my grandmother's house at times, at least then I could remember whether it had been a week or three days since I arrived. At least I knew what day it was, but now...

I didn't know if it was day or night. 

If it was still autumn as I had left, or maybe we were in spring by now.

I don't know anything...and that's nice. Those concerns were stressful but maybe I don't need to know what's going on right now. Maybe all I need to think of is the single day. It worked before, didn't it? What future would have been waiting for me? I didn't have any talents, or the grades to get into college or get a job.

Momota had talents, he had intelligence even if it used to be buried under his inspirational speeches to me. I'm the one who should be fighting for my life right now, not him. I can't make a difference in this world, I can't change anything or add anything. Hell, I can't even move with the flow of the world...