Nishimura Riki, a boy with a so called Sonorous-Syndrom, a Syndrome of making people see their darkest memories and their worst fear, starts devolving feelings for a website he should have never entered. A website of dark histories and blood shedded...
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Niki
I swung my legs back and forth when I sat on my flying chair. It was cozy and dad didn't needed it anymore so he wanted to throw it away but I had luck finding it just in time and sneaking it inside my closet.
Days went by and so did my comments. It feels like Ive been years here at the among of videos and motivative posts I liked and shared to users I knew were struggling a lot recently. I posted too. I always covered my whole face with a pineapple emoji, just to not any save my identity, but also the ones from mother and father.
Everyday was the same. I woke up and scrolled trough the website. I liked and reported several things or comments and moved on to the next posts. Once in a while I went to the shower or toilet but my daily priority was getting to know the world more.
One thing I need to say before we move on.. Im writing with someone. He's here since over 4 years but never made a post before. Sure he wrote sometimes under comments but I couldn't figure out what kind of person he is.
He was writing nice things to the depressed ones but spread hateful comments against the administrators and creator. Understandable but 4 years long? He must be a hero-wannabe. I laughed to myself but when I first approached him, he sounded nice and formal.
He was the opposite of the people Ive already seen here the last couple weeks. Our conversation kept going and going. He was very distancing but from the day on, he actually commented under all my posts. Either a "Have a good weekend" or "Sorry for what you go trough." He was also bubbly.
Of course I didn't knew it but his sister posted it. His sister was beautiful and wrote many stuff. She was just like her brother but that was sadly 5 years ago since she wrote her goodbye letter. Im asking myself if the police knew about the letter and why did her brother joined one year later.
To blame the admins? She wanted it herself...I literally slapped myself right now as hard as I could. What the heck do I say? Even if she wanted it, these comments under the posts didn't made it better and just...pushed her..
I re-read the goodbye letter because I was curious of some lines like :
"He has a hard time, bad thoughts but he is a kid. Please whoever sees this, take my brother away from here. This is my last wish, he should never enter this site. He is all I have left in my heart. Fox I sincerely love you and your hacking skills. I will watch you from the top."
These are not very detailed sentences but I felt the meaning coming from it. It was her last wish and looks like the brother is a smart one since he knows hacking.
I sunk into my thought so much that I starred at myself in the mirror. One sentence made me.. think a lot... 'I had two options. To live but die inside or to die but know that my heart isn't breaking more then it already did. Anger, Im angry and I want to hurt the ones who hurt me.'
If I think about my time back in the small town, I wanted to tear up. Now I wanted to hurt them too. They made us leave... they ruined it...they are monsters...
They should pay. They need to pay. I make them pay.
