Pandora's Sky

Chapter 18: Paint it with Blood

A/N: To serious? Gomen.... well this is getting interesting hmm... if you’re saying that the romance part has been taken a delay I have a plan about that. If you’re other concern is the writing mode. I also have another plan for that as well. Just keep in touch and stay tune.

If you have complaints or anything feel free to comment.

But for me this story is becoming more interesting than I expect

            We are all struggling to live in our own way that’s why everyone has their own hell. It may be sound easy for you but you can’t judge it because it is not you and you’re not the one who experiences those.

Living? An action verb in which means staying alive constantly for tomorrow also an action in which you’re body system are functional and lets you breathe and go on with life. Though it is quite cruel that even one of your body systems stop functioning as long as you’re heart is beating you are alive. That’s right even how many pain you receive as long as you’re heart is there you will be constantly in pain and still kicking. Enduring and experiencing those pains over and over again. That is also called living. Even you’re hands are cut you are still alive or any parts of you will be cut you’re still alive.

How cruel

The pain which you bear and will bore gives you despair and when you lose consciousness while having those you will be put in much more despair and darkness will consume you, worst you will take your life but you can’t. There’s a force that will stop you doing that, they are called

Memories

Happy and irreplaceable memories will makes you continue living a hellish life. Trusting that one day you will be saved and that is the reason why you endure and continue living but—

That is a lie

In this constant world of darkness to trust that kind of information with no basis or anything is utter foolishness. The reason you went in hell because you chose to be in hell, even how many spider’s web and thread come for you if you don’t have the resolve to take it you will be living in hell.

Just how many times, that spider’s web is given to me and when I am at its peak it suddenly broke, and I fall into much deeper hell and despair. Just how many times I painted my life with black. Just how many times I am saved but hell immediately drag me back as well.

Did I have the right to be saved? Saying that in my thoughts as I look at a single light above. A beautiful and white sky is right above me. I want to extend my hands but it seems so far, so far yet reachable. I close my fist and stand up, it’s been two days since that shootout here I am in this junk together with this rich girl hiding and constantly living. Though you can’t call it living but our heart is still beating so it must be like living too.

 I stretched my hands and touch that rich girl beside me; she is worn out and hasn’t had an enough sleep and adequate food. This is my fault. I drag her accidentally to my past life but if I leave her there I am sure she will be tortured to know my whereabouts so it can’t be helped.

My memories is very vague but I can clearly see that Shooting Realm is now on the move. Sigh... I let my guard down in that moment and lose my temper. That instance rich girl find out the true me. There’s no other way though, but first thing first we need to go home.

“Hey” I called and she stand up. She is very thin and looks sleepless. It can’t be helped. Everyone will be shocked if the person they like is a killer right. Though we have some important matters before that so I carry her on my back. This leave me very visible to my enemies but it can’t be helped, I can’t leave her like this