Summary: He's falling, falling, falling, and there's absolutely nothing he can do to stop it.
Quote: Strange maze, what is this place?
I hear voices over my shoulder,
Nothing's making sense at all.
Wonder why do we race?
And everyday we're running in circles,
Such a funny way to fall.- Painting Flowers, All Time Low
Recommended Song: Painting Flowers by All Time Low
Warning: Major confusion.
Other Notes: Because I am obsessed in desperate need of something abstract.
If it seems really confusing and repetitive, don't feel bad. I was actually trying to make it like that. It is yours to interpret as you wish. All grammar mistakes (like a capital letter in the middle of a sentence) are on purpose. Italics, bold, and underline are on purpose too.
I'm really sorry I haven't been updating a lot lately. I just got out of the Reborn fandom for a while. I didn't want to write and wouldn't if my heart wasn't in it. It won't be the last time it happens, but I'm back now. Sorry for the delay!
Has anyone else noticed how I always seem to have Skull injured, abused, upset, or just hurt in some way? I noticed that. I guess it's just how I show my appreciation for him.
Also, the pole on my profile that's been up there forever will be closing soon! If you haven't voted yet, please do. I'll only keep it up for a few more days.
Hopefully I'll get more (and less confusing) writing up soon.
He's falling-
- falling -
-falling –
and there is absolutely nothing he can do to stop it. He falls for eternity and less than a second, time melting and twisting even though it was never real in the first place.
(because, really, was anything?)
So he fallS and fAlls and faLLs and it's horrible. He falls and falls and falls and feels dead, devoid of all feeling other than complete helplessness and despair-
Except, he thinks, how can he feel even that?
So he doesn't.
He's falling-
- falling -
-falling –
-and someone is speaking.
(half) words and (almost) sounds dance through the air, dance and move and fly where he cannot. They taunt him, laughing because he is falling and they are not.
(but maybe it isn't them)
Most of them don't make sense, jumblingtogetherinahugemess, filtering in and out of his (nonexistent) hearing. He doesn't understand and it gets worse when he can actually hear-
(i-)
whispering
(do you re…that time w-en…)
(don't….ru-…)
yelling,
(g…d m-ning…)
praying
(…-hy…w-y…-ould yo-…)
and he doesn't understand-
(hatehatehatehatehate)
Maybe I'm crazy, he thinks.
(-ake up wake up wake up ohgodplease)
Then he wonders how he can think.
(neverforgiveyouif)
So he doesn't.
(-loveyou)
He's falling-
- falling -
-falling –
-and there is music everywhere.
He likes this better than the mocking whispers because it doesn't mock him like they did. It's much clearer now then it was before.
The music is soft, gentile, like a mother rocking her child to sleep.
(you are my sunshine-)
I don't want to go to sleep, he thinks.
(- my only sunshine. you-)
But maybe it's too late for that.
He's falling-
- falling -
-falling –
-and for a moment he isn't.
It is the greatest moment of his life.
For a moment, an incredibly short, amazing moment, he stops falling.
He
stops
falling.
(and he thinks someone is there, whispering things he can't make out, only now it's not so bad and it's almost comforting to hear. something wet drips onto his face, then on his hand. but he still can't move to wipe it off, only now that's okay because)
Then all he knows is hell and-
f
a
l
L
i
n
g
(-make me happy when skies are grey.
you'll never know dear, how much I-)
-and he's falling-
- falling -
-falling –
-and-
Skull wakes up.
Someone sings.
(-love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.)
