A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops

歌いましょう踊りましょう

"Take the fifth line from your favorite song. Use it as today's writing prompt."

so if you didn't know

my favorite song is Paradichlorobenzene

「歌いましょう踊りましょう」  

「パラジクロロベンゼン」  

[Let us sing and let us dance]

[Paradichlorobenzene]

"Let us sing and let us dance!"

He screams the words, waltzing to a song that no one can hear with a partner that no one can see. He is in pain, bruised and bloody for unknown reasons.

"Paradichlorobenzene!"

The people of the city pass him by quickly, intimidated by his physical state, not pausing to truly listen to his words.

"Let us scream and let us shout!"

He's crying, he can feel it. He doesn't know if it's just from physical pain or something more. He was barely fit to stand, let alone dance. Still he pushed on, screaming out his song at the top of his lungs.

"Paradichlorobenzene!"

He is free here, his song leaving his mouth and spreading its wings like a magnificent bird. People finally begin to stop, he's been singing for hours. The same song over and over. Its at the point where people are returning from wherever they went, encountering him for the second time.

"The dog, the cat, the cow, the pig, and everyone!"

The people are starting to listen. Free from their earlier hurry, they acknowledge the pained beauty of his melody.

"Paradichlorobenzene!"

They ache for the boy, his broken body and the urge he seems to have to share his message.

"Let us go insane and sleep until we rot away!"

He's dizzy, but he will push on, he will not pass out. The people stare at him curiously, drawn in by his brilliant green eyes.

"I hate the rules."

A larger crowd gathers, curious as to what this child could possibly be here for. Why was he here? How did he get here? Why is he so wounded? Why does he choose to sing and dance despite being on the verge of passing out?

"Because I hate being binded."

Though it was clear the boy was in great need of medical attention, his song had hypnotized the listeners, they were more interested in what he had to say.

"So I ran away."

The citizens can see he's fought a war. With himself and with someone else, whoever left him in his condition. He is a warrior, still fighting himself for consciousness.

"Forgetting about my consequences."

He knows that if he goes back he'll suffer inconceivable torture from the monsters.

His parents.

The people don't know this, only that he is injured. They pity him, yet he is hardly aware if their presence.

"I hate being ordered around."

The people could almost sense it, maybe that's why no one was seeking medical help for the clearly suffering blonde. Somehow... it seemed disrespectful to interrupt him in such a way, to interrupt him at all really, considering his determination to stay conscious.