Chain Reaction (Karmagisa) [ON HOLD]

Prologue|Hopeless...

/A/N:Hope you enjoy!! ^--^/

*Karma's POV*

Black borders lifted, strings of radiation streaking the wall. I was awake. After another night of complete darkness; in an endless hall of nothing, of lack of emotion and activity, in my own lonesome... I was awake.

I felt my eye twitch. I didn't want to get up. Every ounce of feeling I possessed were feelings of sadness... of hatred. Oh, how high my anger would boil, for no damn reason at all. It was really starting to piss me off. Haha. The streaks of sunlight kept on pestering me, it sticking pins and needles in my cheek with the unfamiliar feeling of warmth.

My throat felt heavy, just as my chest did as I flung myself upwards. I found my arms lunging forward towards the deep velvet curtains, jerking them shut, not surprised by the slight tear in the fabric. It felt like I was choking. I could barely get the breath in my body, my head beginning to feel lighter by the second.

I sat there for what felt like forever. My lip wavered. Nothing. What was I doing? I must've looked so stupid. It's not like anyone was watching, haha, who would even have the time? I'm ridiculous. I was sobbing, but it was tearless. It has been forever since I felt the thick, warm liquid leave my eyes, now that I actually think about it. It made me feel even more lonely, the room was much more dark, the cold creeping in once more. That didn't matter, I had to get ready... To at least get the work I didn't get from yesterday. It has only been one day, right?

But how the hell would I explain?

Just stick to what you planned, you were sick... You still are sick. I still am sick. Sick of everything being nothing. I laughed to myself, enduring each unbelievably painful grasp for gasps in my chest with a grin. It slowly turned to a hum, me finally deciding to scoot to the bed's edge. How did no one see through? I knew even there, I couldn't keep my smile. My mask was cracking, yet nobody even asked.

... It only proves my point.

I paused with a wince as my stomach gave a sharp turn. What was that? I don't think I've eaten in the past few days... or the past day...? It has only been one day, right? The feeling soon went away, or maybe it was still here? Maybe I'm used to the feeling, maybe it's natural... Maybe nothing's wrong. Maybe this is just a dream, maybe I just don't know.

"...Wake up, wake up. Wake me up..."

I started spewing my thoughts aloud. After I heard my voice fade, I started to chuckle again. Even my laugh ran away from me, leaving me alone. I think I began to space out, but I wasn't necessarily thinking about anything either. I don't even know, there was nothing to remember of the moment.

My phone began playing a tone, a mildly annoying one, too. It made me feel even more sick. I think I set the tones that way so I'd pay more attention to them. The ringtone was playing from somewhere in my closet...? I groaned as my legs finally were stable enough to hold me, it taking even more strength to drag myself towards the door. With the doorknob slightly supporting my weight, I twist it and swing in with it as it opens. On the top of a laundry basket, a see a screen light up behind fabric. It concluded its song only to repeat. I growled as I picked up the pair of jeans. But one issue came to mind. It confused me, and it got me angry.

Who was it?