AU One-Shots

Limbo

Written by Spino
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There was a man. A simple guy with sophisticated problems. He was tall with long, brown hair that split over to the right. He was slim, kinda lengthy, and had the slightest tan. He hated all of it.

He walked in a limbo, in the middle of being hated and loved. Between happiness and loneliness. Between everything. People told him to step off that path, but they never helped him. Instead, they all just walked past him. So he walked on, on the path that led to nothingness, the one that he had thought was the only path.

The only thing he carried with him was a large sack on his back. The sack was filled with his hopes and dreams. But, they were buried beneath all his guilt, sorrow, and hatred.

He looked around, seeing that everyone else in this place was hauling the same load. People moving on, walking, looking at their dirty, blistered, and bloody feet. He did the same things. He was young, though; only 15. But, he felt wise beyond his years. He was always thinking about the past, present, and future. This was terrifying to him, but he was propelled by fear.

    Suddenly, a girl walked by. She was his age, but shorter. The girl had brown hair and a smile that could not be stopped. He could tell she wasn't walking on any particular path, and that she just went where she pleased. Then, she started to walk with him. He didn't say anything, but she started to talk.

    "So what's your deal?" She asked sweetly. Now, he wasn't one to be mean, but after such a long and painful travel, he snapped.

    "What's it to you?"  He questioned, more annoyed than anything. Yet the girl merely kept on walking with him.

    "Thats no way to treat a friend."  A friend? What bull, he thought. Friends had always only brought him pain. He turned towards her to tell her off, but stopped short. He hadn't really looked at her closely before, and now that he did, he was surprised.

The girl was distinctly different than him; smiling, looking up and not the ground. She had a bag on her back, but it was hardly full. Her feet skipped along as he stumbled on. He lost track of what he was going to say.

    "What do you mean by friend?" He finally asked. The girl looked at him, then did something surprising. Her smile turned into a frown. She pulled ahead of him, stopping him in his tracks.

    "You stop right there," she commanded, looking at him with frustration. He was very confused. What had he said that made her so mad?

"Do you really think that you have no friends? Is that it?" She asked angrily.

"Yes, I do. My so-called friends left me. They took my happiness away, And I never want that again." Before he even finished, her hand came across his face. It stung, but not as bad as what she said next.

"You idiot," she said, starting to cry. "You have more friends then you know. I'll show you!" Her mood changed from sadness into determination.

Before he could protest, she grabbed on to his sleeve and dragged him off his path, away from his comfort zone. She sprinted, even with the full weight of him and his bag. Even when he fell on his face, she picked him up and carried him. He didn't know were they were going, but didn't care that much honestly.

When she stopped, he stood up. They were in front of a door that he had never knew existed. As they walked through, he caught a glimpse of the name: "Chat" something.

    The door opened, and people immediately came over and helped him in. They took off the rags that were his shoes, put away his heavy bag, and sat him down. They all looked at his feet in horror. It was a bloody mess. After the initial shock, they began to tend to the deep wounds.

Most of the people were girls, though there were a few guys, like him. The ones who helped him with his wounds were many. The quiet Whisper, who taught him that it was okey to be a bit odd. Ren, the loyal companion who managed to make him feel happy despite his heartaches. The beautiful Sushi, who told him that he looked amazing even when he felt ugly and worthless.

After people finished with his feet, others came to help him with his bag. The stubborn, yet kind Frost, who, even though aggressively at times, reminded him of the truths buried beneath all the lies. There was the caring Kraken, who assured him that he meant something to people. Rio, even while dealing with her own issues, helped feel so much better about himself. Even the girl who had brought him there, whose name was Ember. She was a kind and warm spirit who let him know that he was always loved.

When they were all done setting his wounds, his skin became a dull sensation. The bag with its crippling weight had been lightened immensely.

Though the wounds were not fully healed, and the bag still weighed a little, he was overjoyed. After that, he soon got to know it as Chatpad, a place full of people who cared about him. He became good friends with most members, and even helped some others with their own problems. And, most of all, he could actually be himself there. A big goofball.

He now walks, not alone, not weighed down by the world. He walks with new friends a a well of hope that will inclose him even when things get tough.

Thanks Chatpad.