«October Eight 2012»

I'm on the ground. My eyes attempt to focus on the figure towering over me. My face is pressed into the asphalt. Red coated the usually black, rough ground. My vision dims as I watch more red start to leak out of my stomach. The blade leaves my torso. It's glossy white. Tears start to fill my eyes as I watch the blade coil itself around my assailant's arm. My breathing starts to slow. He takes out a long pinkish rope. My body struggles on it's own, moving back from the action, but only causing more of the rope to leave my belly. Tears blur my vision as I watch him bite a chunk out of it.

I DON'T WANT TO DIE

I don't even feel it anymore, my chest heaves for another breath. I hear my heart's beat slowly diminish in my ears. I count them in my head. One… two… three… Everyone only has a certain amount of heart beats, and I listen to mine slowly fade.

PLEASE LET ME LIVE

I think back to that glossy white. It really was beautiful. The way it sparkled like shined ivory couldn't be matched. I couldn't believe how much damage it could do. The alabaster length wasn't even stained with red, my red.

Someone… Save me

A flash of blue fills my vision as I watch his head roll off his shoulders. There's a ringing in my ears. A red form crouches over me. They say things. They stammer as they pick me up. I see the glowing blue slowly roll off her back. It was just as beautiful as the glossy shine. I look up to my savior's face. It's black, distorted; It's a mask. I look at them more. Red hangs loosely on their body.

I knew it… Not all of you

They start to move me, picking me up. My heart beat starts to fill my ears, blocking out their worried speech. They take their mask off and run into the street. The light is almost blinding as I'm carried. Tears form in their eyes. Her skin is so pale.

Not all of you are monsters

«10/5/2014 *Present Day*»

"As there have been an increase in ghoul related incidents in the Toshima area, citizens in the area are again urged to tell a CCG official of any suspicious behavior," My alarm clock blared. I raise my arm and make several swiping motions to make it stop. The result? The plastic makes a blunt THUNK as it hits the ground. The voice ceases and I slowly rise from my bed. I wince as I feel a discomfort in my stomach again. I pull up my shirt. White scattered lines cover my once smooth skin. I sigh, poking at the flesh. Still sensitive after a few years. I wonder if the scars will heal, of if people will think about making some advance to cover it up. That way people who were attacked by ghouls, people like me, could live a more normal life. I make a sour look as I get to my feet. I pick up the old plastic clock and place it on my side table.

I put on my uniform and pack my bag. I look to a porcelain like handle I have laying on my desk. I fit it into my bag and take the medication I was supposed to take ten to fifteen minutes ago. I'm pretty lazy with that stuff. I want to resent them for what they did, redirecting the course of my life forever. My life will be on a strict regimen of pills and limited physical activity. Then again, I can't completely blame them though. Red and black. My brother said they were the Hollow, a ghoul who had taken the sixteenth ward and made it their territory. That's the culprit. That's the ghoul that saved me. Not all of them can be bad, if one of them let me go. Or I'm looking too deep into it. I owe my life to that ghoul though, whoever it is.

I check the shoe rack in the corner of the doorway. His shoes are gone. I give a another sigh of frustration. I've been told I sigh a lot. He tells me I sigh a lot. I roll my eyes at the thought of my stupid brother. We live alone together. We have since dad kicked him out of the house when mom died in my birth. He does his best to provide for me, but sometimes I just think he want's to stay away from me. I read into things way too much I guess. I realize I'm crying. I sigh again at the realization. I walk to the bathroom mirror and start to wash myself up. "Going to be happy today!" I try to rile myself up, "Like I am every day!" I look into a mirror and give an over exaggerated smile. I chuckle at the silly face I make and stop halfway through. I watch my face fall on a natural look. A sweet smile. This is what I want. I wipe my face and try to hold on to that childish feeling. I place my hand on the handle. Time to put on a show.

I Open the door and hit something. There's a low groan on the other side of the door. My half-smile slowly morphs into a smirk. Knowing exactly who it is, I slowly push the door open, letting the girl drowsily sitting against my door fall onto her side. "Good Mornin' Junin~"

"Just let me sleep... No point in going to school," She manages to slur, slowly getting to her feet. Her short cropped, light dyed hair hangs messily on her head. Her onyx eyes look at me with the piercing power of a rubber dowel. With how much she raves about sleep, I'm surprised she doesn't have many bags under her eyes.

"I don't know, to get an education?" I scold, "And my brother will get on my ass if I don't." I lend a hand, waiting for her to take it. She looks left to right for a small bit before sighing and taking it.

"You know the only reason I go to school is cause of you, right?" She says. When she stands, she brushes off her slacks and fixes up her wrinkled blazer. The male uniform. I chuckle to myself. She's always been a bit quirky. In any case, I'd be honored to be her reason. I suppress a laugh and gesture that we need to walk to school.

"Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler." - Friedrich Nietzsche