"(Y/N), this will be our story. Remember, pray for me and I can send a message for you. Promise me, I will always be with you forever until the end of time. Our love is strong like arrows to my heart. But you are all alone and I know why you cannot...
Note: This is a psychological twist to the Vocaloid song titled 'Echo'.
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Your POV
What the hell's going on? Can someone tell me please? Why I'm switching faster Than the channels on TV?
I'm black then I'm white No, something isn't right! My enemy's invisible I don't know how to fight
Do you know what it feels like to be depressed when the world is messed up? Even though if it's flat, but it does seemed disappointing to understand that. I don't get why life is completely just as boring as crap. It comes with a huge hole in my soul.
When I feel unhappy, I become so tired and feeling mad at everyone when I am not better. I took all my frustrations too harshly by spilling the beans or making bad intended puns; which it is actually meant by karma. If life is karma, then it slows you down than those little wheels of a scooter. Too slow, huh.
But....why's that? It's so unfair. It bends like a wooden stick and it really sucks out the total crap of you when you are getting older. Times like this will never go back to the way they used to be. But my only main issue to my problems is the entire universe cannot be changed.
If I become an adult like the others, but the difference is everything just doesn't look as the same as before either. In my eyes, I see colors here and there like the splash of fluid art. Mixed with emotions as a psychological representation of a color wheel or palette.
But something is not right. I couldn't get a grip if I can't hold onto it any longer. It makes me lose my marbles. Without them, all the colors are drained because of my severe anxiety and the pressure that hits me right in my guts. I felt my stomach is all twisted up, which is like I am about to vomit.
It made me sick, heavy than a headache and as sturdy as rocks unable to lift up the weights under me. When I stare at my reflection in the mirror, all of these thoughts inside my mind is overflowing with creepy shadows, distorted voices and piercing eyes. They all don't looked like human. 👿👿 👹👹
My good side has been manifested by inner demons. It's like I've seen a ghost while I was watching a horror movie on television. But the music playing in the background, glitches and monster screeches...it sounds bloody unnerving to my spine than switching channels or videos on social media.
I was unable to fight back against my enemies. But they are invisible...was it all just in my head? I cannot see them. What if they are trying to hurt me? My body suddenly went pale, trembling in fear as I got myself feeling weak and trapped in a dark dungeon with dirty shackles tied to my both hands.
Now the world is in black and white, just like a very old film ever since the world war years. Nothing but static, I can hear the clock is slowly ticking in motion. But....what about the colors? Well...they are nowhere to be seen as my anxiety is taken over me.
