Title: Crumble
Author: Stungun Milly
Genre: AU/General/Angst
Rating/Warnings: T for swearing, some heavy issues, and philosophical weirdness
Notes: This is the product of not having my roommate around to bug about my various epiphanies about life and my experiences. Some of the things in this story did happen to me or people I know.
Disclaimer: I do not claim any rights to Bleach or any of its characters; no profit was made from this story
Death
I'm 15 years old and I'm dead. That's really all you need to know going into this. My body may be alive, and my mind, but my soul is dead. It's empty. Hollow. My name is Rukia Kuchiki and my soul is dead.
How does a soul die? I'm not sure. I always thought a soul was supposed to go on forever, everlasting. Reincarnating or living in Heaven or Hell.
I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live. And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. (John 11:25-26)
Maybe this is Hell, it's defiantly not heaven, but it's not torment, it's endless, yes, but it doesn't feel like torment. It just feels like life.
Snow
I'm twirling around in the snow. I really should hate the stuff, but I don't. I love it. This time last year I hated the snow, the wind, the cold, and the slush. Especially the slush. Snow so dirty it ceased to be snow, and just sits in the road, too messed up to even melt.
Last year, slush was being thrown at me by passing, indifferent cars with faceless, indifferent drivers. The bastards wouldn't call the cops because a coatless girl was walking by the side of I-90. The bastards would call the cops because there was some girl walking by the side of I-90 who might have run away. I really didn't know what was going on, my head was spinning, I don't even remember how long I had been walking. The cop told me it was 4 days.
In my memory the cop's name was CJ, I'm not sure that's true. It's probably not, now that I think about it. I'm surprised I even remember it was a girl. All that really sticks out is a muffled voice saying, "I've gotten some calls that you might need some help," screaming, babbling, the text on the screen through the grate, "Asi. Female, 13-15 y/o, unsure of mental status," and snow, falling endlessly into snow.