"The beginning can always be someone's end"
Eyes open up to blurry and darkened vision. The bright lights that hang over head shine making the surroundings hard to visualize.
A figure stands to the right of the person. Long blonde hair that is braided and pulled to the side along with white colored clothing that is partially visible of the person. As well as their unique golden yellow eyes that seem to be glowing while looking at the person.
Coldness floods into the chest area as well as tightness, lungs feel as though they're tightening, and stomach coming out, about to vomit. But, with all the discomfort feelings running through their body, a sense of warmth and relief wash through, subtly, as the person standing walks closer with a gentle smile, that does not quite reach their eyes.
Just as the person got closer, they move farther back, getting blurrier and more out of vision. The person raises their hand out to them to stop them from leaving because if they let them go, the feeling of never seeing them again comes in. Mouth opens to speak out and tell them to stop, only for their voice to not reach their throat.
Eyes turning dark as the bright light above their head fades, and their eyes close. Before the persons consciousness went blank, a loud booming explosion erupts in the room, along with crashing and breaking glass. However the person got to weak to open their eyes and eventually lost consciousness after the room got silent.
The sound of fast blowing wind along with running water can be heard, even through the dark. Driving cars and walking people. More rushing water that seemed to start flowing faster. Long hair comes up over the persons face and more wind continues to push at the body. As they open their eyes, the dark sky is present with beautiful and sparkling stars, almost as if you could grab them.
Though the peacefulness soon came to an end because the back of their head and body started to sting, as if being slapped. Coldness engulfs their entire body, and their ears get plugged. Before even realizing, they were already submerged in water. The hand that was reaching out for the stars started to limp while the stars above were barely visible in the cold dark water.
Bubbles of air come out of the persons mouth as they travel deeper and deeper down to the depths of the water. The light of the surface becoming grayer and grayer until it is darkness. The last star that is still barely visible twinkles in the darkness while they try calling out for someone to save them, only for more water gets pulled into their lungs. The coldness in their chest now known and the sharpness of pain. The quiet nothingness surrounding them allows them to hear their slow beating heart that is progressively dying out.
BA DUMB... BA DUMB.... BA DUMB... BA DUMB...
BA DUMB..... BA DUMB..... BA DUMB.....
BA DUMB........ BA DUMB......
BA DUMB...
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Silence.
No creature around to make sound or noise for kilometers. No sunlight to reach the cold underwater depth. No stars to shine through the thick layer of water that covers the surface. No one deep enough to hear the silent calls the person makes for help. Just a silent, empty, cold, void that leaves people all alone. The salty tears that were once falling down their face had absorbed into the water long ago, making their face seem lifeless.
The water in the darkness makes it seem thick and thin, almost like being caught in oil or mud. The bubbles of air that come from their mouth float up to the surface and seem to disappear as they go up.
Emptiness, loneliness, pain, fear and sadness.
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With a strong and quick breath she sits up in her bed.
"-....-OJI!" She yells but quiets down her voice as she realizes she does not know what she is yelling for.
"Oji...? What does that mean..." she pulls her hand back into her lap, looking at them. She looks around her dark room and out the window where the sun is just starting to come over the horizon.
to be continued...
(688 words)
28 December 2022
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