Justice to me means a feeling of relief or calmness after going through a situation left unsatisfied and finally getting that sense of comfort or safety. But that’s just to me at least, I want this feeling so badly, but it will never happen because of my curse. It’s cold, so cold, and these rusty bars of a mafia prison are just unbearable. All I see each dark and bloody night is the lifeless bodies of men in cells, all dead from disobedience.
I don’t wanna see it, I don’t wanna hear it. But this man walks down the brooding, old staircase. His name is Osamu Dazai. He tortures me every time he sees me because I’m not a good kid in his eyes, so he would... hurt me. I can feel myself growing weaker and weaker as I’m sitting there spiraling and unable to aware myself of my surroundings. My head hurts and my vision is doing twirls it seems like. I can see a figure on the top of the staircase, but i can’t make out who because I’m super lightheaded. I hear him calling to me, but I can’t hear, all I hear is the retched ringing in my ears.
“Yumeno?”
Is something I managed to hear, but all I could mutter out was a shallow whisper as is tipped over into screen of darkness.
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