Diabolik Lovers

Chapter Nine (short chapter)

It was dark and cold. So, so cold. What's happening? Where am I? Where is Yui? I'm scared. I wanted to scream, but my voice was gone. It was so quiet. It was way too quiet. I dropped to my knees and felt around. I couldn't feel anything. I felt helpless, numb and blind.

I lied down and closed my eyes. I remember feeling like this helplessness once before. When the boy I loved died. His name was . . . Sebastian. He was a beautiful, American boy, who was always up for an adventure. He would push me out of my comfort zone and we experience new things together.

Sebastian was the most pure and kind man I have ever met. I have known him since I was seven years old. I fell in love the moment I met him. He had this bright aura around him that shined brighter everyday. Sebastian would help anyone who was in need. No matter what it cost him. He was too generous. That was his fatal flaw. 

I know I make him sound like a saint. In my eyes, Sebastian was. I could never forget him. No matter how hard I tried. It's like he's living inside me. I think I loved him more than I loved my own sister. He knew me better than I knew myself. He knew when I was sad or upset before I did. I swear it was like he could read my mind. He listened and understood me. Never did Sebastian try to change me. Not once. He loved me the way I was. Flaws in all.

Sebastian died on my fifteenth birthday two years ago.

He was killed in a fire. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was going to see him because he called me over. He said that he had a surprise for me. I remember being so happy and so excited. When I arrived at his home, all the happiness and excitement I felt, when that day began, immediately drained away. When I arrived, his house was being consumed by a massive fire. 

The whole family was trapped and screaming in agony. Their screams, his screams were heard in every corner of my mind. I can never forget those screams. They were so loud and full of pain and despair. I moved to go inside to help them, but someone held me back. And suddenly, I felt like was set on fire. I started screaming myself. I could feel them burning. I could feel him burning! I screamed louder and louder. The pain was unbearable. At some point, I finally passed out. 

I can never forget him. I tried. Believe me, I tried but failed miserably every time. Every time I close my eyes, I can hear those screams and feel flames on my skin. It's like he's haunting me. I love him so much I hate him . . .