Beyond Death

Do the voices in your head like to throw temper tantrums too?

Akari

Akari had been running again, away from his family, away from his problems. As of now, he was walking through the cold, bitter streets of London. The sounds of horns from small cars filled the air with noise that rang through his ears and mind. It smelled of coffee, alcohol, exhaust and the occasional scent of piss.

   He found it to be incredibly hilarious that he could run away from everything he wanted, except that little voice in his head that constantly screamed. There were his regular thoughts, the ones that people would consider normal. But this one had a different tone, his own personality and thought process. This one had his own name; Rendon. Ren for short. He's always been there for as long as Kri could remember. The way that Ren showed himself was slightly feminine since in his original form when he was born with Kri, was actually female. He never changed the fact that he has long black hair. His eyes as yellow as gold which seemed to grow brighter than a flame when he was angry. Which was quite often. He was always aware and they were even friends at some point. When they were kids, they were best friends. Now all he does is scream, yell, and bang on doors in his mind. For now, all Akari could do was tune him out the best he could as he walked away from his life.

Strands of black hair fell into the boys pale white face as he walked, keeping his head down with the hood of his old black hoodie over his head and his small, cold hands in his pockets rubbed together as he tried to warm them up. It wasn't working. Anytime he glanced up from under his hood with his icey blue eyes, he saw that most everyone had their head in their phones like they were the most fascinating, beautiful thing they've ever seen in their lives. Utterly addicted to the small brick of circuit boards and wires, they hardly seemed to notice anything going on in the world around them. Around almost every corner, there was the tourists taking pictures in front of statues of nobles or kings, crooks, and legends. They're all the same.

With light, quiet steps, the young boy walked down the sidewalk for a bit, eyes wondering around, taking in all the shops as he passed, trying to calm himself down from earlier events. The yelling and screaming from Rendon still ringing throughout his brain. "Can you shut up for one moment?" He mumbled to himself.
The noise didn't stop but only got louder as he yelled. "Oh you want me to be quiet? How about you let me front then? Hm?"
"Not a chance," Kri spoke softly as he went to cross the street, his eyes not bothering to look either direction, for the street usually wasn't that busy. The only thing he remembered next was the feeling of excruciating pain, like something broke everything in his body. The sound of tires squeaking and the sound of people gasping filled his ears. It felt as if he'd been hit with a giant mallet. Pain hit him like a truck. Then all he could see was black.

Instead of waking up on the hard stone of the road, it felt like he was laying on a feathered bed with silk sheets in a warm room instead of the cold weather he had been in only minutes before. The only place he could think of being would be a hospital, which in that case, he needed to leave immediately.

Akari's eye lids fluttered open gracefully and his ocean eyes scampered over every inch of the room he was in. The place was lined with beautiful gold trim and black and white walls with beautiful designs and depictions of dragons and mermaids as well as other mythical beings. It seemed that the walls were alive. Like every single picture had it's own story to tell. Above him was a chandelier that held fire instead of lightbulbs. The fire in the golden fireplace burned brightly, warming up the room. This was definitely not a hospital. Maybe he was in Buckingham Palace? Although that was highly unlikely unless whatever happened was caused by the Queen. Which was also highly unlikely.

Kri's eyes moved to look at himself. Upon seeing that he was in a pair thin white trousers. He sat up in bed, also being in a thin, silky, loose shirt that hung off his small frame. The male moved his legs over to the edge of the bed, moving across the soft, feathered bed and attempted to stand up. Within the second, he almost toppled to the ground in a heap. His bones felt heavy and achey, making it incredibly hard to keep himself up. Just in time, Akari grabbed the sleek wooden post to the bed frame and hoisted himself up. For once in his life, Ren was also quiet. He wasn't going to take into account that he was probably hit by a truck and somehow survived and ended up in what seemed to be a castle of some sort, Ren shutting up was an absolute miracle.