10 Days To Make Him Smile

Day 9

POV Shadow

I sat next to a girl, taller than me, lanky, and very pale. I admired her, I was drawn to her. Maybe it was her blue eyes or her blonde hair, or maybe she was my only friend. We sat in silence, staring out a window where the Earth glistened more than when I was there. I was in space, staring at the stars that added such beauty to the darkness that surrounded this place I am in.

I turn to her, yet I don't have control. I'm in a movie where I can feel what is happening. Her voice, her words, they echo in my mind. She spoke in a tense where she didn't sound sure if she had a future. I shift closer to her. She speaks about a treatment, and a loss of hope. I reach for her hand but blaring alarms ring and alarms us as well.

I turn quickly towards metal doors and my vision blurs as I move, like my mind can't catch what I see. But I notice red flashes on the walls. I look at the girl once more, her lips quivering and her hands shaking, like she knew what the chaos meant.

She held my hand, taking me to places that seem familiar, she rushes past hallways and doors, and her running causes a thump on the metal floor. Until we finally entered a room, a room where I saw the Earth in a closer position. Then I felt it, the need to protect this girl, I felt it. But needs aren't always met, and to react isn't always correct, for I froze when the men came in with their dirty guns, giving her a chance to push me away to a sort of capsule. And before I could run out, their cylinder doors forced shut.

I banged my fists on these prison walls, I felt worried and I felt anxious. I was in a spot where I couldn't keep her safe. I watched the men, inching closer with their armor, walking discreetly and slowly while remaining in plain sight.

But those men were after me, I could tell by the way they would look at me, they wouldn't even glance at her until she neared the lever. They called me a project, an ultimate life-form. They yelled, I somewhat heard their muffled words.

Step away! don't make me—

Then she pulled the lever, and they pulled the trigger.

A shot was heard shortly after. She fell to the ground as I stood inside the glass cylinder. I felt warm and I felt cold and a stillness in my breath. The banging stopped, I was weak, I felt a pit in my heart and maybe it was dented because of the guilt I now held.

Then I fell, I was falling. Each second I fell further down and away from her.

Then it all goes black.

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I awoke from my sleep, drenched in sweat and my heart throbbing. I winced at this chest pain and groaned. I take deep breaths, I hope to calm down.

I remember this vision vividly, in every detail.
It was wholesome at the start, then it turned tragic, like every other. I grabbed my journal, I flipped past pages of my past writings. Until I reached a blank page, I wrote a sentence down, then another, and what was supposed to be a reminder, turned to a story. This time, I knew the order of sequence, I know how it began. I know what happened but the difference is, it wasn't planned. This did happen, and it wasn't under my control. This trauma that has been forgotten by my core has finally reached its soul. My soul.

And then I suddenly felt it in my heart. All of the pain I've endured, and all of the strength I faltered. I was in a blizzard of my own memories. And maybe in my head I was fighting my denial, but the truth was stronger than the skepticism I held.

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POV Sonic

I was walking to school around the same time Shadow does, but he wasn't in sight. I wonder if he's okay. I hope he is.