Keep The Lights On (K.T.L.O)

End Of The Beginning

T.W: Death, Blood, Needles, Self-Injurious Behavior, mentions Pedophilia, Abuse, Suicide, Depiction of Pornography, Mental Illness, Rape and Sexual Assault, Animal cruelty 

"It's going to be okay!"

"Everyone dying! How it's going to be okay!?"

"It's okay because I'm going to fix this! My mistakes won't be the death of us!"

"How can I trust you!?"

"Trust me... Wait. Where am I?"

Chapter 1

In the middle of darkness, blood-stained clothes, with nothing but four torches lighting the area. 

"What's going on? Who was I talking to?"

The wind gushing through, and the strange hollows that echoed throughout... Somewhere. No, more accurately everywhere. It was like being in an open filed of tortured souls. 

"Damn. Why can't I remember anything?" The man tried to feel his surroundings but a sharp pain punched it's way through his body, making his head start to spin uncontrollably. He then focused his vision towards the cramping disturbance to find a pool of blood. With something floating inside of it. 

"A pool of blood? What's going on?" That's when he felt the sharp pain exactly where the pool of blood was. Curious he grabbed one of the torches and shined it upon the bloody mess. To his surprise he found his left hand completely drenched in the red display with a huge wooden stake stabbed into the middle of his now lifeless hand.

"Shit! Whoever did this stabbed it so good it's stuck to the ground! I can't pull it out! Am I going to die like this!?" The man screamed out as he tried his best to pull out the wooden steak.

He didn't know why or how he didn't realize it before but the pain was biting at him like a rabid dog that hasn't eaten in months. Blood oozed and clumped in the pool which made him feel lightheaded. The more he tugged and yanked the steak out of the ground the more the steak gave out it's deadly hold before it flew out of his hand and into the darkness.

"Finally!" Even though the steak was gone the blood still leaked and death was becoming more of a possibility.

"Luckily I'm wearing clothing." That's when he procced to rip the already torn shirt from his body and wrapped it around his hand.

"It's nothing special, but it'll keep me for sometime." A cool breeze touched his skin and shook him down to his core leaving him shaking and frequently taking his hands off and on the fire. That's when something flashed in the corner of his eye and took his attention away from the repetitive process.

"What's this? A paper?" He picked it up off the ground and it was stainless, barley even creased. Like it wasn't even floating in the horrid mess.

"Do not go into the darkness. Keep The Lights On. 4 at all times. Fix all the mistakes. I'm trusting you, Yuto Daiki." The note read with each word varying in size like someone was making a ransom note.

"Yuto Daiki? Am I Yuto Daiki?"  The man kept thinking over and over again while the slow wind and scratching cold kept peering in as if it was trying to cut his throat in secret.

"My blood, my name I guess. I call myself Yuto Daiki from here on out! Until I can get my actual name. Or is this my actual name?"

That's when the breeze was getting colder and stronger.

"What the hell is going on!?"

Yuto looked up to see a ceiling of darkness above him. He then looked around and saw complete darkness everywhere. He stretched his right arm out and towards the said darkness only to see his arm completely cut off from vision. Like it wasn't attached to his body. A separate being of existence that he only have access to in the light.