Hey everyone, I'm back and by popular demand I've come with a sequel to Letters to Summer, this story happens roughly two years after the first and it will take a different, more dark tone in the beginning but don't worry it's just for the beginning. I hope you all enjoy this and here we go.
Silence.
There were no chirping of birds, no whispering of the winds nor were there the laughter of children in the air, it was absolute silence. Dull eyes greeted the new day and looked around his person.
Grey.
All he could see was grey. Grey walls, grey floors, grey hands; that was all there was. Grey. To many this would seem odd but then again, he wasn't many or at least he didn't think he was the many. The boy sat up on the bed and looked around him once more, he was in a very small space. A space so small it was only big enough to contain the bed and a narrow pathway for a door, that was all and that was it. The boy didn't think much of the space but then again he didn't think much, he picked himself off the bed and walked towards the door. He didn't know where he was going but it wasn't like it mattered, was it suppose to matter?
The boy looked out into the hallway, all the doors within it were opened and people filed out of their rooms almost robotically, not a single thought in it; no one protested and no one spoke. The boy watched as the flood of people closed their doors simultaneously and walked to exit the building. All these people looked the same, the men wore the same dull clothes and haircuts while the women too wore the same clothing and had their hair in a tight, neat bun. Not a single person stood out, all the same none the different. The boy waited for the mass of bodies to leave before he too closed his door and left the building. The outside was just as grey as the inside and the sky was pitch black. The only thing that served him any help in seeing were grey light posts that led to the center of the city around him; the center in which every person around him headed to. The youth stood there watching these people march towards their destination, their faces emotionless and their eyes deprived of liveliness or thought.
The boy could have easily followed the mass of people to the heart of the city but his limbs said otherwise, for he was destined for another way. He began to trek the opposite way of the street, pass endless buildings and alleyways. then suddenly, for no reason at all he stopped and looked into one of the alleyways. Of course there wasn't anything inside but he just couldn't help but look into it. Maybe there was a reason he did this but he didn't really know, then again, he really didn't even know much. He then continued his walk until he had reached the resting place of old houses. Many of these houses were decayed or destroyed and others had only a few of the walls collapsed into them, still the world around him was grey; dull. The stillness of the world, the lack of life, it could leave anyone in his position feeling alone but feeling and emotion did not exist here. Was it suppose to?
The youth spotted an old swing which hung from a decaying tree, the only kind of vegetation that he had seen, the only thing that stood out from the grey dullness that was. Without another thought or at least without a thought he sat on the cold wood that was the seat of the swing. The swing didn't creek nor did it break off from the tree due to his weight, it just stayed were it was as if it were trapped in time. The boy just sat there and did nothing, now, many would think that in doing nothing the boy was just thinking deep thoughts but in fact he was doing exactly as the word describes; nothing. No thoughts to ponder over, no concoction of ideas, no fond memories to relive, nothing. He looked out to the world before him and stared until a force not of his own told him it was time to go to the cramped space that he had awaken to.
As he got near to his building he noticed he wasn't the only one going back from where they came from; everybody else was too. The hoards of lifeless people like him filed into a single line and walked back inside; back to where they all began, back to the beginning of this new day. The one thing he noticed that he hadn't noticed before was the sudden appearance of guards by the door that watched the entering people like hungry vultures awaiting for their next meal. Had they always been there? Maybe they were there to watch them enter but their glares didn't phase the boy one bit. There was nothing to fear for he didn't know what fear was or at least he didn't fear the entities that watched the main door. Little did this boy know that he would soon know fear, fear of something that others would find beauty and happiness.
The boy feared sleep, the only emotion he knew. He didn't know why or what the emotion was caused by but he knew it was there. Like a silent entity the thought of sleep waited among the shadows. Why did he need to sleep? What was the purpose? He tried to stop his legs from walking him to the bed but they would not stop their movement. The impending fear grew more as he reached the bed. He struggled with his body but a force greater than himself kept him going, he now laid on the bed and was getting ready for eyelids began to close, no, don't make me sleep. The boy fought with all his might to stop but his eyes did not comply with his will and before he knew it, it was complete and utter darkness.
He was scared of what was to come, the thoughts. These weird things he saw in his mind that he never saw before; at first it would be black and then white. Everything around him would become bright and be anything but the dull grey he had known. He could see these colorful outlines move around in the white space and muffled sounds that called out to him. First it was voices and then they were snuffed out by the calming sound of rain with scared him the most. What were these things that plagued his mind? Why did he have so much fear of seeing colors and hearing sounds that he had never seen or heard in his life?
The truth is, the boy wouldn't have to fear these things long, this fear of the thoughts inside the boy's mind would disappear by "morning"; they always did. Everyday he would wake up as if nothing had happened; the thoughts would hide back into their special corner of his mind and with it would the memories of the day before disappear. They always did. Day by day he would wake up to a "new" day, never questioning, never thinking.
A "new" day.
Such a thing was the basis of the boy's mind, it was a new day and the things he did that day were new for he had never done them before. The youth only had this to rely, a new day. Little did he know he had relived that day over and over again fro many years. For years he had walked down the same path and had seen the same things, everyday thinking that the day was new, that he was living a thing called life.
This was his reality, he was trapped in a never ending loop that toyed with his mind and the only thing that connected him to his life before were the thoughts in his head. The fears that plagued his mind at night. They were his only connection to memories and a life that were kept away from him, hidden away to never see the light of day for the force that kept it at way wanted to keep its hold on him but it wasn't like he knew all of this. He never questioned of this existence, this fate, how could he? No one else did.
Then again, who ever questioned life within the Void.
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