I was only eight at the time. It seemed that the Gods were punishing us, even though we did nothing wrong. We were all just kids, ones who loved to play outside, go to festivals, read, getting dirty and hated eating our vegetables. So, we were, basically, normal children. Even though we were orphans we still had a good life. Our care takers were wonderful people. Sakura and Hiko were their names. Sakura was twenty-four, while Hiko was twenty-two. Even though both were still quite young, they treated us right. Everything was perfectly fine until that day...The day that those awful men came and-
"(Y/n)-chan? Nee, (Y/n)-chan ?" I blinked for a moment before looking at a good friend of mine, Ichigo. She was only eleven, three years younger then I was, when we died that is. She was dressed in her usual kimono. It was a royal purple colour with a varying array of flowers decorating it. They ranged from white to a light purple. The sash was a cream colour, with a light purple ribbon on it. The beautiful kimono was stained with blood. It was from her right eye, which had a slightly blood stained bandage wrapped around it from the failure of the doctors.
"Hai Ichigo-chan ?"
"Are you alright ? You were spacing out again." I smiled apologetically at her and bowed slightly.
"Gomenasai Ichigo-chan." She smiled back at me and waved her hand.
"Are you okay though ? Because you've been really spaced out recently." I smiled once again and nodded.
"I'm okay." She hugged me in response.
"Alright~ Would you like to come and sit on the roof with me ?" I happily nodded and took her hand.
"Hai!" We walked out of the room, through the crumbling walls, and onto the roof.
It was early evening, as the sun was just beginning to set over the Shimane hills. I gasped softly and looked up at the sky. It was filled with various colours, ranging from a light purple, to a dark pink, and a darker orange.
"Isn't it beautiful ? Whenever I feel sad, or just want to be alone, I come here. It's especially beautiful at night." I slowly walked over to the edge of the roof and looked down.
The grass was over grown, the swing set that we had was slowly falling apart, there were still toys in the yard from when we had played with them, before this all happened. The forest in front of the building consisted mostly of dead trees and stumps that looked as if they were kneeling, headless people. If you turned around and looked at the forest behind the building, it looked the same.
The building itself was old and falling apart. Through, our rooms were just like they were when we died. Blood stains and various pictures of brains hung on the once white walls in the operation rooms. Our beds weren't made and multiple toys lay on the wooden, carpeted and tiled floor.
"Do...Do you think one of those stumps is my body ?" I asked shakily as I pointed towards the forest behind the building, which didn't have as many stumps. Ichigo sighed sadly as she hugged my side.
"I'm not sure (Y/n)-chan. I'd like to hope not. But sadly, it might be." We stood there, staring at the forest in a comfortable, yet gloomy, silence