𝐀𝐮/𝐑𝐚 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

💚Emoji💚

I thought it would be really cool to interpret a couple of Au/Ra's music videos and make a story out of them. I chose Emoji for this. What is your opinion on the video?

I lay on the bed and looked into my room. The room is mostly pink and very girly. Across from my bed was a wall of mirrors. A shelf and a few pictures hung on the remaining walls. Signs were carved on the walls. These consisted of three horizontal lines and another line passed diagonally through the other three lines. It looked strange and I had never seen it before. I called these Signs "Emoji". I didn't know why. I only saw this sign once and committed myself to this name. I didn't even know what "Emoji" meant.

Yes, didn't even know why I was in this room and how long and why. I also knew little about myself. Only my name is Jamie, I'm 17 years old and I have green hair that is actually really cool. There is no door or window in this room. I don't know how I get my food. I mostly sleep and when I wake up it is on a small side table. Fortunately, I have a clock in the room so that I can at least orientate myself to the time.

With one hand I thoughtlessly stroked the soft, pink blanket. "Emoji" was also painted on one of my nails. I also didn't know who or what it had put on me. It has always been there. Like I've always been here somehow. I should be locked up for a month. But I'm not sure. No human soul was just me here. And besides sleeping, I read the few books that are here. Or I put on makeup. Or sometimes, like I was just lying on the bed staring into the void.

I had to make me make up and so I sit down and went to the dressing table. On the way there I brushed my green hair. I took the lipstick and put it on my lips. Suddenly everything went black and I couldn't think. So really don't think like my brain is switched off. Then that moment was over and I could see again. In my reflection I saw that the lipstick was smeared all the way down my cheek.  I must have slipped my hand because of my blackout. I tried to get it off with my fingers but since it didn't work I jumped up and grabbed a few tissues that were on the table. I went back to the dressing table and wiped off the rest of the lipstick. I had a kind of twitching. It’s scary. I couldn't keep my body under control for a while again. Then it was over again and despite all the uneasiness, I put blush on my cheeks and shiny powder on my eyelids. Finally I put mascara on it. But before it got that far, I noticed that something was getting out of my nose. It is not blood because this liquid is grayish.

I touched my nose in surprise and then looked at this strange liquid from my finger. Some of it dripped onto the table. I quickly wiped it off my nose. Then I felt my face to see if something was wrong. My malaise had meanwhile turned into fear. My skin felt strange, kind of so...so synthetic, not real. I pulled it lightly and...it could be pulled off. Just pull it off. It is not my skin. This is not skin at all. And what came out was like a kind of display or something like that. It flickered slightly. With disbelief and growing horror, I removed this piece of pseudo-skin. I just couldn't believe it. 

What is happening to me here? I got up, went to the center of the room and pulled the fake skin off my shoulder.  This also brought something to light.  And there is metal and mechanical stuff.  The lighting, which had previously been warm and white, changed to red. Maybe I just imagined it. Maybe I was just dreaming. But I knew that it was not a dream or an imagination.That is the reality and I am losing my mind at the horror I am experiencing. I can no longer think or act clearly. I tore another rag from my forearm just to see the same result.
                                                               
At some point I had completely removed my skin from my body. Only my face, hands and feet are still covered by the non-real skin. And those were the worst minutes of my life. I looked at myself and this something. In the meantime, I am no longer sure whether this is still my body at all. Whether it’s me. Whether I am real and human. A few of these metallic, mechanical bodies emitted a blue light.  The light wad meanwhile normal again, changed back to red. My fear had long been mixed with panic and I pounded on the next best wall and screamed for help. That they would please get me out and help, no matter who. I screamed my soul out and no one answered me. Nobody heard me. Nobody saw my suffering.  Broken, sad and exhausted, I let myself slide to the ground. Everything is hopeless. Why me? Why do I have to be punished so hard? I haven't done anything to anyone! Out of sheer anger and despair, I scratched my face until I could take off my skin like a mask. And it was really like a mask. I could still see. I looked at the mask that should have been my face in my hands. I hadn't felt a single pain. At least not a physical one. It's over, finish with me. I accepted it and my fate. My short, unfortunate and unpredictable life. My meaningless existence. I curled up on the floor and whispered "Emoji" before closed my eyes.

A group of people in coats stood in front of the window, which is disguised as a large mirror in the room. They looked at the girl with the green hair. A few made notes on their clipboards. One of the clipboards read: Subject A ✔️