Enfariyon_K
"The skies were the clearest I'd ever seen them, the first time I saw a person die.
As far as I remember, the world has always seemed more vivid whenever something terrible occurred. I used to think it was some kind of terrible irony; that the world just had to try to balance out that overpowering, lingering presence of blood: the one that never went away anyway.
But now I think it is more simple.
I always recall the pretty things those days, because I tried so hard to focus on them instead of the main event. I guess I was just too much of a coward to face the truth.
I always remember everything more clearly, because those times that scared me deepest, are also the times that I can never forget.
Some people say that when you've been exposed to the worst of things so many times, you become desensitised, and it no longer affects you so much.
However, I still see the same pain in my siblings' eyes, when they try to hide the horror behind yet another white lie. I guess they think keeping me in the dark is a sanctuary, and I'll keep up the act of ignorance as long as it eases their minds.
But the impact of these things never really goes away.
After all, pain will always remain painful, just as fear will never stop making me afraid.
To be honest, I don't think I'll ever get used to sadness.
And I'll certainly never get used to death..."
-Kairan
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(This will actually be predominantly in 3rd person, just 1st for thoughts.)
Warning: This story may include violent themes and both physical and psychological suffering/pain. I am not originally going to rate this piece as "mature" because I am a child myself, and am also uncertain towards it's status. Please warn me if you think I should rate it as mature.