The photo album is finished, it's complete. The truth is hidden within those pages, and you're ready to see it.
Flipping over the first page, you see a wall. Then a broken violin, shattered at the bottom of the stairs. You're arguing with Mari. She keeps shouting at you, 'Why'd you throw the violin?' 'Why'd you do it?' 'Our performance is tomorrow, for god's sake'. You were sick of her nagging, of her obsession that you get every single note right. This isn't what you wanted when you wished to play with her.
You turn around to storm down the steps, but she gets in your way, Infuriated, you push her out of your way. She tumbles down the stairs, and crashes onto the floor. Mari? You call out her name again, but no answer.
Fear strikes your heart, as you rush down the steps, scared and worried. You didn't mean to do that, it was an accident! Lifting up her body from the ground, you see nothing but scratches. She looks like she's sleeping, but then why isn't she answering?
You carefully drag her back up the stairs, but she feels lighter than before. You're convinced that she just needs some rest and push her up onto the bed in your bedroom. Mari? Still no answer. She couldn't be...
What have you done? You cover your face with your hands. This is just a dream, just a dream, just a dream. Hopeless, you hear someone talking to you, assuring you that everything is going to be ok. They place their hands on your shoulders, and tell you what to do.
You drag Mari back down the stairs, as the shadow of a friend slides open the door to the backyard. You hand them some rope and lie Mari down against a tree. Head fuzzy, arms tired, you can't focus on what's going on. You hear shuffling feet and crunching grass, and someone gasps from exasperation.
They grasp your hand and pull you back, and you turn towards them. Basil stands next to you with tear-stained cheeks.
In front of you, Mari dangles from a rope looped around her neck, hanging to a tree branch. No one speaks, or moves, until you finally realise, that your sister is dead.
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The Impact of OMORI
HorrorWelcome to white space. You've been living here for as long as you can remember. White space is white and empty, consisting of only a tissue box to 'wipe your sorrows away', a computer, sketchbook, black lightbulb, and Mewo, your cat. A place simply...