Oh god it's been so long since I've submitted or even written anything. I feel so bad for it too. D: Recently Sket Dance has been lurking in my mind so using the inspiration from music and recent chapters, I wrote this for you all! I wonder if anyone is disappointed that this isn't a SwitchxReiko story? I feel like I continuously write angst fics. Switch is just an easy angst character to write about though. Actually while I was writing this I thought of my own theories of the afterlife and realized I incorporated a few of them in this, not all but just a few. I hope you enjoy the following angst.~
Disclaimer: Do not own this awesomeness.
Harsh Truths
Science is superior to the occult in many fashions.
It is truthful, it is intelligent, and it tells us exactly what we need to know. Unlike the occult with its terrifying ways.
Spirits haunting others and demons prowling the night, it's a frightening thing to believe. Those spirits of the dead, lingering after their demise, watching and bringing misfortune to those who've done them wrong. Every little thing you do, they see. Any success you have is quickly shadowed with doubt from their mockery. Whispering in your ears,
Luck, pure luck. You've done nothing.
Soon their quiet chants grow louder and louder until that is all you can hear. The worst is the failures, gloating in that voice you once knew.
I knew it. You are nothing.
Some would be happy in hearing or sometimes seeing that person they lost, but isn't that more of a curse? Constantly being reminded that they will never return. The memories you shared will forever stay exactly as such. While the unnatural world that is occult can be excited for that cruel remembrance, I prefer the much colder form of science. It's harsh facts and blunt points make things easier to understand and live with.
An average body's temperature is 30° Celsius, a little higher or a little lower can lead to illness, even more can lead to death. A bullet to the skull, cracking the bones inside and destroying the brain and person it connects with, has only a 5% survival rate. A stab wound has a 15-20% mortality rate but a simple knife, piercing soft flesh to puncture a beating heart, can cause that very heart of one, to stop.
It's these facts that can bring reality crashing down and into perspective.
Why believe that ghosts still wander the Earth? That a loved one is standing beside you now, watching over your shoulder at every word you type. It's these false hopes and delusions that cause insanity in people.
A life knowing the genuine truth is far more inviting. Because imagining any other is just too painful.