Shards

Certainly the refraction came

The shards, refracted illusions

Bloody red, or silvery white, we don't know

One, Two, Three, Four

I'm knocking at your doors

Five, Six, Seven, Eight

All of you, given a date

It's been a few days after Peter arrived, along with the revelation, and he still hasn't picked it up very well. Tino and I are horridly worried about his condition. He's still hasn't come out of the room yet, and he hasn't spoken since he knew about the incident.

We're sincerely worried about him. We're fearing that he might follow Mathias. He really adores Mathias, and with him receiving the news, his whole personality crumbled to nothing. His face, once vibrant, now pale and twisted.

Sighing, we knock at the door of the room, calling Peter's name. As always, there is no response. Only the sight breathing of a child can be heard from the other side.

We know that it's unfair for Peter, but he must understand that it death happens to everyone. And we'll help him understand. But not today. We still can't force more things that he doesn't understand.

Worriedly, the shards of innocence, when looked upon

Is actually scary, for innocence is really not about goodness

We fear that his might distort.

Busied with Peter, Berwald and Tino were tired, emotionally tired of all of this. They told me they need to rest for a while, and I knew what it meant.

Nodding at their request, an apology and a grunt has been replied. I just can't understand all of this. Nor can I accept the fast-paced changes happening around me.

Everything's faded to a blur, and it's too hard to see. I need to slow down. Most of the things that will happen relies on our actions, and I will not allow it to take a turn for the worse.

Still, I'm worried about Emil. Even with if he is socially inept, this reclusion of his is quite frightening. It's not normal for him to do this. And so it eats my thoughts. I need to focus.

Laying his diary down the table, it gets covered with snow. Sighing, I again remember Mathias. Until now, I have only comprehended a little of his thoughts through the diary.

Looking outside, the silent streets, filled with snow, gives an atmosphere of relief. The absence of anything eerie or jovial is quite good for us. We can't remember it anymore. It's destroying us.

Going inside, I leave the diary on the table, along with my thoughts about it, and rest.

In the coffins, a letter can be seen

Along with some keys, a blood-stained dress

And a crying girl

I have to admit, the family's still not taking this very well. I'm not sure how to fix it. Only Mathias knows how. Given his stubborn but jovial attitude helps the family become one. Knowing the fact that he's been depressed for a very long time is quite absurd. But reality loves to pile things up, so here we are, dealing with a loss and dealing it wrong.

We need to move on, badly. Confronting Lukas, I ask him on how we'll change things back to normal. Even he has no answer yet. He tell me that I shouldn't force this. That everything must fall into its proper places, in its proper time.

Understanding when he said, I try to comprehend now on what are the pieces, and when. Contemplating the imponderables, I tell Tino to prepare. We need to leave, and badly. We think that Peter feels the lingering presence of Mathias in the house, and we think it's unhealthy for him to stay here.

Time Skip

It has been a week after our departure, and I decided to contact Lukas. Calling through the phone, all I hear is the dial tone. Fearing something happened to them, I somehow panicked a little, until someone answered the phone. Instead of hearing Lukas' voice, Emil instead is on the other line.

Asking him some questions regarding them, he answered somehow sadly, as if something happened. Another question slips my lips, regarding Lukas, and he becomes somehow silent. Fearing the worst, I press things further, only to hear a beep from the other side. Grunting, I told Tino that I need to leave, because something might have happened to Lukas in Oslo.

Leaving immediately, I fled. From Stockholm to Oslo, I was rushing to get to Lukas. My thoughts swirled around him. On what could have happened to him.

Upon arrival, I was greeted by a worried Emil. Rushing inside, I find no one in the rooms of the first floors. Going upstairs, my feet feel so heavy. As if something is dragging me down.

Going to his room, it feels like there is this ambiance of dread and depression. Knocking on his door, there is no response. Fearing the worst, I knock the door down. Upon seeing the room, I find a half-dead Lukas. Asking Emil on what happened, he responds an "I don't know." to me, finding the fact that Emil's face distorts to fear.

Contacting Tino, I rush Lukas to my car, driving quickly to the hospital. Hearing Tino's gasps of fear, he immediately calls Peter to go with him, telling that there was an emergency in Lukas' house.

Sighing, I wondered on what happened to Lukas, upon arriving in the hospital, I immediately rush to the nurse's desk to ask for help, since Lukas' health might decline further. Understanding the situation, the nurse asks for a doctor to monitor Lukas, while he was being brought to a hospital room.

Fearing the worst, I just waited for Tino to arrive, along with Peter, and receive the news about Lukas. Until that, I wait. Wait for some impending doom following our footsteps.

The libretto, splashed with blood

Has been rewritten

The clock's hands, stabbed on the paper

Glint with light

Devoid of life, filled with despair

These are the things I can't bear

My requests nullified

With bare hands I fight

A.N.: Hello! And welcome to the third chapter of Shattered, Shards!
Apparently, I just wrote this like how I wrote Fragments, in a rush.
So if you find anything wrong, please to tell me.
Don't forget to read and review!

~LoverOfTragedies