My Reality (DDLC Monika Fanfiction) ~discontinued~

Chapter 4 - Monika's Poem

I'm once again, back to where I started. The darkness, where I sit or stand, and hope to see light again. But, I remember, there is the red, green, and blue colors. The screen from before is blank. It's dark. 

The noise of the audio waves starts again and my heart starts racing immediately. I thought they'd be over afterwards, but I guess I was wrong. I try to ignore them, but they each pulse into my ears. But then my mind wanders to Andre. I wonder what he's doing right now. Maybe he's writing his poem. Speaking of which, I should get started on mine. I get to my piano and pick up the pen lying on surface. I remember that I don't have paper and set it down again. How could I be so stupid? 

 I have no idea why, but, I feel like Andre will write a poem mostly for Yuri. And, that he will also read her book with her. I shake my head from the scary thought.

Why? Why? Why? Why?

I start to shiver. Why am I like this?

Why does the fact that he could love Yuri scare me so much? Maybe I love him. I don't know but, I hope it doesn't happen and he talks to me instead. 

I look across the room. A piece of paper is on the dark floor. 

A piece of paper?

How did that get there? Well, whatever Monika don't worry about it. I say to myself.

I pick up the pen once more and grab the paper from its resting place. I think what should I write about. I look towards the colors. I think about how there could be someone on the other side of that screen. I concentrate for a second. But then, I pick up my paper, and words flow from the pen.

Hole in Wall

It couldn't have been me

See, the direction the spackle protrudes.

A noisy neighbor? An angry boyfriend? I'll never know. I wasn't home.

I peer inside for a clue.

No! I can't see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.

But it's too late. My retinas.

Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.

It's just a little hole. It wasn't too bright.

It was too deep.

Stretching forever into everything.

I realize now, that I wasn't looking in.

I was looking out.

And he, on the other side, was looking in.

I take a breath of relief after I finish writing. I wonder if Andre'll know tomorrow. I wonder if he'll know it's about him. Probably not. He won't have a single clue about it. I put the piece of paper on the piano. I leave the pen beside it. 

I wonder why there's a piano here. Was I always meant to play it?

Whether that or not, I sit down in the piano bench. I tap the keys a few times. The music gives me a slight smile. Again, I have no idea what I'm doing, but, at least I feel like I'm going somewhere. 

You see Monika? I say to myself, No need to worry about them! Just play your worries away!

And so I did. It felt like I played for hours, I would know if I could tell what time it was. I come up with a melody in the span of those hours. I play it once more. But then, I am transported to the club. I see Andre again.