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It would be better to just die. (OMORI fanfic)

He will take what's rightfully his

The room is horrendously bright. A harsh white glow bounces off of the blank walls and floor, nothing around to soften or absorb the abrasive light. There's nothing around in general; nothing but you and another boy that stands in your way. His back is straight, head held high. A neutral expression burns into his face, the blank tank and striped shorts hanging loosly off of his frame makes him seem slightly intimidating. His slender hands wrap experiencedly around the handle of a fairly sharp knife.
OMORI. His name is OMORI.

You're knelt on the floor, clutching several deep wounds that threaten to 'kill' you; the pain making you grit your teeth. OMORI seems proud of this. You scoff in anger, fustration. You were meant to overcome the guilt and pain, overcome him. You should've won by now, so why are you still here? You should be waking up, fixed of all the troubles that have been plaguing you. You should be happy and alive and free. Why are you still here?
OMORI looks over you, his face contorts into a sneer.
"You're weak," his toneless voice makes you frown, unease rising even more through the sickening pain thats churning your stomach. You've only just noticed the violin playing from somewhere in the background.
"Tell me... What do you think was going to happen?" His voice is grating your ears despite it being smooth and rather quiet. You stay silent, not being able to speak due to the muted -but still sharp- pain thats rolling in waves.
"Hmph, fine. I'll tell you," OMORI is rather impatient you've come to find. He continues.
"You thought you was going to wake up, guilt free and over it. Over her. You thought everyone would forgive you. You thought your sins would be cleared. Reset." You shudder as he walks closer and kneels down next to you.
"You're wrong. They will never forgive you. You would have woken up in the same guilt that destroyed you in the first place. She will still be watching you," he lets the words soak in, cocking his head to one side slightly. Your mind goes blank, succumbing to the pain from the wounds and the words. He's right. You are weak.
"Do you want to know the worst part?" A smile graces his face for a split second, before being wiped off. You groan.
"Basil.. He'd die if you told them," OMORI himself knows he's exaggerating, but he needs to get his point across. He needs to protect you. He needs to fulfill his little prophecy that you gave him. Either way, this is all your fault. "He'd kill himself when you aren't forgiven."

Silence envelops the room. You shake with sobs that wrack your entire body, choking on air and pain. You feel your body numbing slightly. OMORI comes in for an embrace.
"There, there. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I had to hurt you. You just wasnt listening."
Yes, yes. It's all making sense to you now. His arms are warm. He is warm. You lean into him.
"Do you really want to submit yourself to that?" No. You don't. You really, really don't. You feel your body numbing more.

You are OMORI's. OMORI is you.
You are OMORI's. OMORI is you.
You are OMORI's. OMORI is you.
You are OMORI's. OMORI is you.
You are OMORI's. OMORI is you.

OMORI is you.

OMORI is you.

You stand and brush off your black tank. Nobody else is present, it's just you.
OMORI.
Your name is OMORI.

The white door beckons you, just as the hospital roof does.