Two

The Depths: Part 1

(Trigger Warning: Suicide)

~ Two Months Later ~

Dearest Six,

Hi! It's One. It's been a while. I know you'll never get this, but I'm writing anyway. I suppose this is less for you and more for me. Writing like this makes me feel less alone. Not that I'm completely alone! I have my mask with me!

You should meet my mask! You'd love him! He's my new companion! I keep him attached to my belt. Just for safekeeping!

A lot has changed since you... you know. Don't worry about it, though! I assume now that you must have let go by accident or something. Or maybe you had a really good reason. I don't blame you. It was probably my fault anyway.

I knew very well that it wasn't my fault. I was just trying to convince myself that it was. It was easier to blame myself

All is forgiven. I'm kinda laying low for a while. After I escaped, I teleported out to the mainland. Since everyone probably thinks I'm dead, I kinda had to escape. I found my way onto a massive ship, which just left the port not long ago. I don't really know who runs it yet, but maybe people are nicer here! I have high hopes.

I still miss you. My mask gives me good company... but sometimes I wish it was you and not him here. Not that I'm not grateful for him. He's a great friend. I never have to worry about him leaving me! You should hear him, he says the funniest stuff! Together, after I bring back the sun, me and him are going to become comedians or something! Wouldn't that be fun? Maybe you could come by and see our show sometime. I know you hated my jokes... but it would be nice to see that you're still alive.

I paused my writing, biting the pen I found and thinking of that last sentence. I could only hope that he was still alive. He had to still be alive.

I let out a small sigh, then finished the letter by saying that I missed him and hoped that he found light in his future, even though we both clearly lived in the dark.

I looked around myself. I was on the lower decks of the boat. Not the lowest level, but the second-lowest. The rooms where suitcases and supplies were located. I had no idea what kind of ship I had snuck onto, but it was massive. I also had no idea where it was sailing, but I knew it was heading far away, which was exactly where I needed to go.

I folded the letter up and stuck it into the back pocket of my pants. I really missed all the pockets I used to have in my jacket but was grateful for the few I had left.

It had been a month, so a majority of my burns had healed for the most part. I brushed my now black hair over my left eye to hide the yellow. I then limped over to a small mirror, which was hung up on the wall. My right foot was still severely cut from the piece of mirror I stepped on a month ago. It didn't heal because whenever I walked the wound would just re-open. I would always leave a bloody trail wherever I went. Not that it mattered. No one else was down in this section of the boat with me.

I sighed as I looked at my reflection, then reached my hand forward and touched the mirror, not to teleport, but something else. A new trick I learned was to distort my reflection, that way I could see what I wanted instead of what was real. I changed my reflection's appearance from what it was to what it used to be, a happy young boy with brown eyes and a paper bag over his head, being comforted by his large jacket as he smiled through his eyes. It felt nice to see that me, even if I knew that it wasn't technically ME anymore.

I missed that me.

I didn't really have a solid plan anymore. My checklist couldn't be less vague. So far, the only goal I had was to stay alive and keep my mask safe so we could someday bring the sun back like I always told myself I would.