The Great Unknowns

Prologue

Is she already dead?

She tries to move her body and lift a single finger.

Then she starts thrashing for who knows how long so she could get out from whatever it is that keeps her paralyzed. Until she feels the tiredness seep through her body. Until it exhausts her.

As she can no longer move, she tries to scream instead but just barely opening her mouth takes a lot of effort. It is as if she is trapped within herself, screams left swallowed down on her throat.

She can't even open my eyes.

Suddenly, she realizes – Aaaah, this might be how life ends. To be trapped in an endless void. To be somehow reduced to nothingness.

How long is she like this anyway?

And how long will she be here?

She then hears murmurs, hushed tones but she doesn't know as to where they are coming from. Maybe whispers of the dead, also trapped with her in this void? She tries and focuses solely on the voices she's hearing right now.

They are muffled at first but as they go on, they become clearer and clearer. And it's coming from just one person.

'Violet, you have to wake up, okay? Please, hold on.'

'Damn! Please, wake up!!' The voice keeps on calling her. The words sound like silent pleas... Though she isn't not sure to whom those pleas are for.

She doesn't know how much time has passed by but whoever it may be, he keeps on calling her.

And she does not know why but it hurts her so much that she could nothing but listen to him. And that no matter how pained he sounded like, she finds herself still listening to him, as though clinging to his voice will help her swim out of her nightmares. To be back to the real world.

After taking a few breaths, she gasps, her breathing becomes uneven again as she notices that she can now somehow see her surroundings.

Her senses are slowly coming back to her. Though her vision is still quite blurry.

She tries to squint her eyes so she could get a better look but all she sees is nothing but his silhouette. And as she tries to lift her gaze to his face, she is met with a dark shade of red eyes, also looking back at her.

'I'm so sorry... I'm so so sorry. It's all my fault. It's completely all my fault.'

She reaches out to the silhouette though she doesn't have any idea as to who it is. 'No, please don't cry. Don't be too hard on yourself. It's not your fault, Izumi.' The words sear in her mouth. 

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Hi guys. Apologies but I have to rewrite the story since I have decided to translate the chapters to English.

But I promise that I will be updating soon :)