There's no sun out today, but it's really hot.
There's no sun out today but everythings really bright...If I look hard enough I can seen it, the sun. Slightly lighter than the rest of the sky. So it's okay as long as the sun is there. And as long as Akito is okay.
Am I the only one who can see it? The suns black, the skys blacker.
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I closed my eyes tightly, and then opened them, the darkened sky still black.
Akito made me stay home when I asked him about it, he just laughed and told me that I might need some rest.
I've been sitting here for the 5 hours with my knees tucked into my chest. Maybe it will go away like it did last time. I hope it goes away again.
I heard someone enter the Apartment room, "I'm home!"
"Akito... Has the sky always been Black?" I asked suddenly.
"That's a silly question Kagami....." His voice trailed off.
"Ah yeah guess that was a silly question."
"It's been black sense that day." His voice cold and blunt.
Chills were sent down my spine, and I dug my head into my knees. Hiding myself from the Black sky, it felt alive, and like it knew. It knew everything about the person who just died that morning, the cat that got ran over, and the un-born child that never got a chance.
They were all dead.
It seems to know about everyone who has died.... then why.... why does it know so much about me?
"Because your no different." Akito's whispered words were shrill. I jumped in shock my eyes widening. I could feel his breath on my ear, causing me to cringe.
The sky flashed a bright red and I heard a blood curdling scream coming from the bottom of the building. I stood up quickly and put my hands onto the window, trying to see downwards.
Vaguely, I saw a splash of red at the bottom. Did some one jump!? I turned around to run down stairs but Akito stopped me.
"Akito let me through!" I demanded, but all he did was shake his head.
"You saw." He stated.
"Yes! Theres someone down there, we have to help!" I pleaded.
Akito shook his head and started moving closer, "you can't help yourself."
"What do you mean!? I don't want to help myself!" I yelled and backed up.
"Who do you think Died? Why do you think the sky is black? Why do you think it knows so much about you? Why does it know so much about the dead ones?" Akito asked.
"I- I don't know!" I stammered as I backed up more, nearing the glass.
Akito paused and took a few more steps closer, causing me to hit the glass.
"You." Akito said and pointed to me. My eyes widened and almost as on Que the glass behind me shattered.
"What!" I screamed, my words inaudible and drowned out by the loud noise of the breaking glass. I lost my balance and fell backwards, falling, for what seemed like forever, down to the ground.
I live on the 6th floor... I remembered as I fell past 1 story, slowly. In my head I was falling in slow motion, but I knew that I would hit the ground with a thud. A deadening thud.
"You."
I heard Akitos voice again as I past another floor. I was the answer to the questions. I'm the one who hits the floor and dies, but wasn't I screaming? No.. the scream came after I fell.
What about the other questions? How am I the answer? Why am I trying to solve these questions in such a dire situation? As I ask myself these things another floor goes by.
This thing knows about me because I am dead. But why is the sky black? It was Black that day too, the day my parents disappeared. The connection is that we are family and we died... but why? Other than that connection what else is there?
I watch as 2 more floors go by in silence, and I brace myself.
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Is it fixed?
Did my death fix it?
Just before I died I got to see it again.
The sky flashed blue and the sun a bright yellow.
Before I died I got to see it again...
The sarcastic smile on this twisted worlds face.
So when it was black... it was really just "showing it's true colors"? Because this really is a dark world....
It knows about all the dead ones because the world is made of the dead ones... Once we die we become the dirt on this worlds surface. The Dead ones and this world are one. This means the world is also one with all the Dead ones anger, frustration, despair, and selfishness.
So really...
The sky was always black.
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The Darkest Black
FantasíaThis is a deeper meaning short story I made. Please enjoy as your mind explodes and you are left with unanswered questions for yourself to figure out.