(Ok so here is the last chapter sweeties. Hope you enjoyed. I am currently writing a secuel kinda. It is mainly the story of my favorite characteR, Gray but with a different ending than this one)
«I feel tired... Very, very tired
I open my eyes but all I see is pitch black. I am floating cause I cannot touch anything above or under me. Suddenly I hear somebody calling my name very loudly.
«What... What was my again?» I try to focus on the voice but I cannot make out what the words.
«Who was I again?» And what am I doing here? Or more importantly, where is here. «Why can't I remember anything?»
The voice became louder. It sounded like somebody was nailing a blackboard. Irritating. I needed to make it stop.
I tried to move closer to it. Well...float towards it to ne specific. A small light was visible in front of me and got brighter as I got close to it. When I almost reached the light I had to cover my eyes and wait for them to adjust.
When I opened them again, I saw a teenage girl looking at me scared. She was covered in blood and upon her skin were craved tons of weird letters. She said something I didn't hear.
-Is this your wish? I read the letters out loud. My voice sounded rusty and snakish.
«Was my voice always like this??????????»
-Wish? What are you talking about? What do you mean wish?
«Ah little girl... I wish I could answer. But I have no idea. I am just reading what I see.»
-One wish for one sacrifice, I read out loud again and kept taking with her for a while. The paradox of this situation was that it felt oddly familiar.
Suddenly she mumbled firlmy.
-I want Crystal back...
My mind went blank as the name rings in my ears, and thousands of images flash in front of me and only one thing runs through my mind.
I am Nike Stanfield and Crystal was once mine.
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Death Eyes
FantasyNo this has nothing to do with Death Note. It was based on a Tumblr post that asked people to write a story in a world where people could see each others' death days but not their own. Meaning that everyone can see how much time other people have ti...
