My arms went cold looking at the bare corpse of sensei.... Why?.... Was the video rigged?...
I keep staring at the ceiling... The fan encircles in a sheepish motion.... Kotori-San, was my only friend in this whole world.... I could tell her almost everything.... Why did she die? Like that? I could visualize her tender lips and peachy eyes....
Mixed up with her black eyes and blonde hair....
Her slender body....
Her face came to my mind, it felt so real....
Can she die? Maybe, it was a short shock film....
But, it never felt so.... Why can't I go up and meet her?
The urge to meet her made my nerves crumble and my stress broke out....
Tears ran down my cheeks.... I don't have anyone else besides her.... I continue sobbing, trying to erase the Gruesome images from my mind.... It only makes it worse...
'Why can't I go and see her? What is holding me back? Why is it holding me back? What is wrong with me?'
I kept sobbing.... I'm worthless, I can't remember my past, I couldn't protect my only friend....
She was so sweet, why did she die?....
I don't want to live anymore.....
I want to see her.... Why is my mind holding me back from seeing her? She was my only friend... The only person I cared about....
My demons weren't allowing me to see her....
I come to the putrid realization....
The same demons which deleted a part of me....
Can something deleted come back again?
'Of course, deleted items stay in the recycle bin'
But... Did my demons erase it from there? Was there any hope?
The city I lived was so faint and lonely, the traffic lights kept Flickering, there were no cars or people in sight....
I was the only one walking through these hurdles of shops and clinics....
The cool wind, which calmed my heart was still with me....
'Why are people the way they are?Why do people vanish after I speak to them?'
The cold wind gushed through my ear....
It send bits of paper flying into the air.....
My feet was shivering in cold ecstasy.....
I was shaking in my boots as Kotori-San's place grew nearer and nearer......
I looked at the board.... It still had the counselor tag on it...
I open the door.... But... The place vanishes.... The instant I touch it....
The wind gushed through my hair leaving me utterly dumbfounded...
And in pain....
Then, my mind raced...
'Who was Kotori-San?'
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White Pineapple
Mystery / Thriller"You are not created in the image of God God is created in the image of you" (Trigger Warning for: Rape, Mental illness, Self Destructive behavior and hallucinations)
