an: Just so nobody gets the wrong idea: this story is utterly and completely pointless. Light gets locked up in a cell in solitary confinement, goes insane, and then dies. That's literally it.
I really just wrote this story as a way to explore various emotions/feelings. I wasn't even going to post it, but... I figured, well, if there's even one person out there who gets anything from this story, that's a helluva lot better than it languishing on my laptop doing absolutely nothing.
As mentioned in the summary, though, there will be a lot of blood, self-harm, and disturbing imagery in this story, so be warned.
prologue i: failure
I am Kira.
Watching the scarlet liquid dripping from his body to puddle on the floor around his feet and wracking his mind for what had happened only to see everything, he felt his ribs crack open and let his heart drop, weighing twenty-three tons and pulling him down with it.
One small, tiny misstep, and he'd slipped on the edge, unable to recover his balance, tumbling into an unfathomable void of darkness.
There was no ground under his feet and he was freefalling blindly (his blood like shedding feathers behind him), the air rushing past him and making him dizzy, hysterical laughter building up pressure in his throat with every passing second because he knew—he knew—that when he hit the ground, the force of the impact would shatter every brittle bone in his body.
Even though he was still falling, it was already over.