Mori's March

Chapter 8

Oh my god I can't believe this is it!!!! Good luck everyone!!
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I'm Cold
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The glass shattered. The clinking of it falling to the floor echoed through the room. Rumbling was felt as walls of shattered glass raised from the ground surrounding them in a dome that felt unbreakable.

Omisha felt too weak to even try to hit the glass. All it did was reflect themselves back to them; until the dome finally closed in.

Different pictures of people and places filled the dome. Crying, sobbing emotions racked through them, but also happiness and bubbles of laughter filled them with joy.

Slides of coming out as non-binary to someone and losing a game of monopoly to another. Eating at restaurants and drinking at bars but only one picture held their entire attention. 

Bright laughter filled their minds. It felt like the sun coming out after a long storm. It made them feel full of grief and joy at the same time. They then heard an angelic voice.

Omisha didn't know how it started but with the ringing in their ears, the blurry vision, the weak knees; they knew a panic attack was starting. Omisha couldn't breathe. Their heart was pounding in their head. They could barely stay standing and everything felt like the world was pushing on their back weighing them down. They couldn't see anything, tears covering their vision in seconds after this started.

Omisha clutched at their heart trying to get the burning pain to stop. Their vision started going black, the pain too much to bear. Omisha heard a voice call for them but they couldn't leave the darkness alone. When everything started to calm down they saw a woman walking into a kitchen with a cake

" Happy Birthday sweetheart!!!!" The woman seemed genuinely happy. A muffled voice was barely audible but the angelic laugh afterwards was just too amazing to not have been heard. The woman covered her mouth to try and stop her chuckles so the voice talked again but this time Omisha said it too, " Please don't try and hide your face my angel."

First they were surprised to hear them say something like that but the more they looked at this woman the more they just wanted to stay in their presence. Too bad nothing lasts forever and the next thing Omisha knows is that they're sitting up so fast that whiplash was at risk.

Then a flash of red interrupted the scene. Then another, and another. After it continued for a bit and the voices stopped, the entire picture video froze.

Then a hand was brought up before falling limp onto a porcelain wall. It was a bathtub. Red filled it to the brim. Omisha could practically smell the copper. It dripped from the walls and slid down the sides of the porcelain.

There was so much blood that it seemed impossible to even think how much there was.

Dead black beady eyes stared at them. The person's skin was pale. The only things showing color were the brown hair, the red surrounding her body, and the slightly tinted blue lips.

There was a scream. It was coming from their own throat. It hurt and it felt raw and dry. They only screamed one word. And it killed them from their very being.

" IIIIIIIVVVVYYY!!!!!!!"

Omisha's lover, their friend, their soulmate. Dead in their bathtub with a blade on the floor. It looked like a mass murder happened not a a suicide so why!

Why did the only person that cared for them die in their own home? Omisha needed to leave! 3 months later they were drinking at a bar.

They had a margarita and a drunk mind. A man who looked to be in his 40's sat next to them.