Butterflies are insects that people create different myths about, even dating to ancient times. It has said that a Butterfly could warn you of something hazardous, before it could even happen. It is also believed, if one thing in history is changed, then it will have a big effect, on not just you, but the people, animals, and even the world around you. This is known as, The Butterfly Effect.
But the strange thing is, scientist cannot prove this theory, for it is something that is just a wise tale. But I know the butterfly myths are true, for the fact they warn me about all the things that are going to happen and it shoves me to go and save them. But then, the butterfly isn't showing up for me, it isn't slowing things down, it isn't saving me and my mother from bleeding to death against the floor. A man, in a very organized suite and top hat was humming softly to him. The hat made it extremely difficult to actually see his eyes, but before I was stabbed, I was able to see his smile.
The smile itself, was so nerving yet warm, cold but welcoming. He placed the knife into my hand after he slit my mother's throat, her lifeless body lying there, clenching her own stomach as her eyes are stuck on me. It hurts. It hurts so badly and I cannot do anything about it. Lying in my own blood was conflicting, it felt like lying in a tub full of warm and inviting water. The pain was replaced with the feeling of emptiness, glancing up I see the man smiling at me, the shadows of his top hat still made his eyes be hidden away. The smile never left his face as my vision began to blur--
"Satoru."
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts! It hurts! Ithurtsithurtsithuetsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts--!
Well, I guess I'm dead now.