Time
At that moment, time stopped. I fell into the fire with no-one catching me.
Shin once told me that everything is incredibly simple if you think about it long enough.
Oddly enough, I trust this intuition.
('Hey you')
Summer here has always been so hot. Leaves struggled to stay green, oceans roared at us and the places that we loved so much becomes so unbelievably infuriating… of course, I will spare you the usual imageries associated with this season. But I have to admit, the whole season just reminds me of a smothering blanket of heat wave. Whether it is trying to suffocate me before my eventual death, or it is a way of the world trying to hold onto me, I can't tell.
At the same time, it is my favourite season. I loved a world where everything stays still. A static world is like a motion picture, with you walking amongst the sea of questionable cardboard cutouts. Shin always said that they are of people, but I think it's the memories they once held. Nevertheless, it is at this time, you can point and just say, 'hey, I recognize that person!' But at the same time, they are soundless and nameless. I don't have to say hi to them anymore.
('Rude', so he said)
They say that this world is at a perfect standstill, and I couldn't agree more. I have my university work to do, teaching Shin as much as I possibly can (without making myself looking like an idiot, that is), working, messing around with Toma… There seems to be a static point in this world which I belonged to. In short, I love it.
The same sunlight scattered everywhere in the blackness that is soon approaching. I thought I knew this world, but evidently I forgot the blotted black stains. Ahead, i can see the school gate, and beyond that I can see the school chapel. Shin always said I was incredibly oblivious to everything. Well, as much as I hate admitting to it, it is partially true. For what other reasons can one forget one's jack-of-trade? Evidently an idiot.
I wish Shin was here, despite his brooding and somewhat awkward presence. This world is so quiet. And I loved a summer where everything was quiet.
Oh how wrong I was.
('Where are you going?' He said)
I thought I knew where I was going. The floor creaked as I walked down the stairs; I knew the rhythm well. Yet there was something running amok in the familiar rhythm, breaking it into bits. Evidently, someone was there. Then I saw his green hair. Breaking the railings and laughing like a maniac. I wondered if he was alright.
In a sudden moment, I caught his eyes.
They were green, with a dash of flame in it.
I should have realized what he was a long time ago, after all, posters demanding for his arrest were everywhere on campus. He was, an arsonist.
He slowly threw away the lighter. Following the direction of his maniac will, it landed on the floor close to me. I can feel the scorching heat as it start to burn the wood. To his satisfaction (and my terror) It grew steadily. Why didn't you move when you could have?
The flame started growing. And I was still trapped. In the end, it wasn't long before I accepted my fate of being trapped in a matrix of falling logs and blazing fire. I wanted to ask him, 'am I going to die here?'
No answer. He wasn't even here. I guess I will have to.
The wooden board underneath finally broke, giving in to the fire he had started. I fell. And I kept falling into a sea of fire, with no-one to catch me.
I miss you.
If I had known that I was going to die today, I would have told you that.
Goodbye.
It wasn't until much later that I realized I had died.
Death. It is an interesting concept. To be born and then to have everything wiped out, leaving no traces of your memory or personality. Where do the people you once loved go? Well, apparently nowhere.
I don't know how long I was there for. The blackness surrounding me was comfortable, and warm. The next time I woke up again, it was the sound of a million people crying. Or laughing. Mixed with the smell of tears, blood and rotten corpses, I can't tell if the world is mocking itself, or crying over its cruelty.
Wake up, he said. I will take you places.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Amnesia