Erased
Yet again my pickiness and my writer's wall continue to consume me. Random drabble just over two hundred words. This is posted on my main account and The World Ends With You roleplay account on Deviant Art as well.
Disclaimer: I do not own The World Ends With you/It's A Wonderful World.
There is no slow death, only numbness.
The numbness seeps into your very core, spreading inwards from the tips of your fingertips and the ends of your toes. At that point you know it's too late. It's already begun and cannot be stopped as paralysis snares your body into its joint-locking clutch as the end draws closer.
Your only chance of survival, a jagged line on the blank page of life; disappearing as the eraser edges across it, devouring the lead streak. Your quiet existence becomes overwhelmed with chaos.
There is no hushing of the Noise. Instead it seeks you out and consumes you, forcing you to drown into the disorder until you are submerged.
No ledge to pull yourself above the surface, the force of nothingness pulling at your soul.
Piece by piece your existence disintegrates, the lifeline becoming ever shorter.
No chance to break free, no hope to recover what you've lost as the remainder of your soul cracks and the frightening force of death engulfs you.
Then the page is wiped clean. The shavings of your existence blown away, you are nothing more than a memory; an error that was corrected and the paper as good as new.