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 was standing here. I was looking around trying to recall my memories from my childhood. This must have been our old apartment. I played in the garden not really often since the neighbors were too scared to come out and as a good kid I was, I didn't wanted to scare them..
She was an evil person. She hit me often with a wooden stick and screamed at me... telling me I should...die...
I felt scared, it was overwhelming but I won't back off. They say I'm hell's child? I will show them how much of hell I carry inside me..!
I ringed the doorbell. This was Taki's old neighbours. They chased us away, my family and me. They did it, they are the reason why I'm like that.
„Hello? Good evening Young man, do I know you?" the old grandma looked up and down. I hesitately looked up, looking right into her e-eyes...
P•A•I•N
„Sir please put down the gun! Don't h-hurt my child, I-i beg you!" a woman, the grandma, screamed and held a gun in her hands too just like another man who almost chocked the small baby to death.
It was crying loudly, the grandmother was screaming but the man didn't stopped.
A gun shot was heared. I turned around and I saw it in the eyes. The pain of losing someone important. The pain she felt. My heart tightened as the grandmother ran trough me like I'm a ghost, what I was just now.
She rushed over to the dead body of the man. „P-please my love,w-wake up. E-eomma needs you! P-please!" she shook the body of her baby multiple times but it never woke up afterwards.
P•A•I•N
When I rushed back into reality, I looked down on the ground. The Grandmother who stood there a second ago, was on her knees, hugging the doorframe. This must have been the door where her kid died more then 40 years ago.
I stepped back and caughed. My heart raced extremely fast and it tightened, leaving me almost breathless.
I heard footsteps as someone approached us. Even tho I could barely walk right now, I made it behind the bushes, letting my body rest on the cold dirty ground while taking huge breaths.
„Honey! What is wrong?!" I heard an old man say. He was trying to calm her down but now she was screaming historically. More and more people gathered around her, coming out of their places.
I was trying to stay calm, I looked up and saw someone starring at me, more like starting at my hand that was placed over my heart. „Are you oka-"
„SHES NOT BREATHING! C-CALL AN AMBULANCE! C-CALL!"
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The pain in my heart grew. I wasn't able to breath too. I couldn't gather myself together anymore. What is this, why do I feel her pain t-too?
I closed my eyes tightly, I felt two hands wrap around me. „I take the little boy, you others stay with Grandma!"
„You need to breath please, calm down, you will be fine.." he whispered as he picked me up, running towards an directions I wasn't familiar with anymore. I held tightly into his shirt.
Did I killed her. Did I took a life away with the memories. What did I expected?! Making an old grandmother with bad healthy remember the most painful experience....
I felt my body sink into a mattress. „You stay calm! Get him some water!" I closed my eyes even more, I don't want anyone here.
When I felt someone standing infront of me, I kicked the person away, falling from the bed that was pretty high.
In the next second? I saw black....
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I woke up with a huge headache and something on my face. It was an Oxygen mask I had wrapped around my mouth and nose.
I tried sitting at least up but I got pushed down. He looked at me. He looked into my e-eyes.
P•A•I•N
„Good, I hope you rot in hell!"
I was standing at the corner seeing the young man looking now a few years younger having a rope forcesfully put around his neck by an older man. "D-ad." he cried out loud, panicking extremely. I wanted to move towards him but I knew he cant be helped by me right now so I tried closing my eyes, going out to stop the memory-rush we both went trough but then...
He starred at me. The younger boy in the memory starred into my eyes, reaching out his hand.
What? He cant even see me. W-what is going on? This already happened..
All I saw was black once again but this time..with a weird weighed feeling on top of my heart....
