Hey guys . . . wow, I haven't updated in months . . . sorry about that . . . well, I never got any complaints, so it's not like you guys care anyway. Well, here's a sad excuse for the next chapter, so, here you go if anybody is even reading this . . .
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Violently shaking, curled in a ball, his fierce sobs pierced the dense air around him and echoed in his broken mind. His forehead was pressed against the floor of the roof, his body wrapped around him. Feeling the cold tears drip down his skin didn't matter to him. It wasn't enough. He wanted to feel blood instead.
You mustn't ––
"Shut up!" he screamed. "Just shut up!" He pounded his fists onto the hard tile that lay beneath him. Agony seized him and his cries became even harder and more violent.
But ––
"No!" he screamed again. "Leave me alone! Just stop! Just shut up!" He thrashed his body around, trying to escape the pain. "No, no, no!" He thrashed harder, screaming out in anguish. He needed his body to feel the pain that his heart was feeling.
Tormented, his soul had been so twisted under the pressure, he broke. No one could save him now.
Falling . . . the abyss of darkness seemed so close, yet so far from his grasp. Yet he could feel the darkness seeping into his veins, taking over him. It wouldn't be long before he was gone.
At the peak of his suffering, his agony, his torment, he suddenly felt the unmistakable touch of –– light. It was on his arm, and he could feel it spreading throughout his body. It was so pure . . . it burned.
He looked up, surprised at what he found. It was the stranger –– her eyes glowing a pure white, a faint lavender emitting from the edges. Her pale fingers were placed on his arm, glowing a light lavender and white. Her soft touch flowed through his body, and somehow removed his pain, or dulled it at least. He sat up, a calm now brought upon him.
"I –– I –– don't understand. What did you ––"
He was silenced by a soft whoosh, like the sound of a passing breeze, though he knew that it was the girl silencing him. The phosphorescence in her eyes faded, and her stunning violet pupils came into focus, returning with their usual intensity. Her purity looked into the eyes of darkness, though she did not break the gaze.
He no longer felt the harsh bite of agony, but felt empty with hopelessness. He had never experienced the feeling of being the shell of his body and nothing more. No hope, no happiness, no joy, no faith. No sadness, no pain, no despair, no sorrow. The emptiness spread through his body and took him over. It was as if all emotion escaped him and he couldn't remember what it felt like.
And then the girl took away her hand, her fingers tapering across his green skin. The emotion came back, stinging him painfully, but it had faded so that he maintained control. He looked into the stranger's eyes, his own eyes red and watery, the tears stained on his cheeks.
"Who are you?" he asked dully, the hollowness in his core edging him to ask. She broke the gaze and looked far away into the distance, blankly into the mist. Her lavender eyes swirled in thought.
"Well, aren't you going to answer?" he demanded, getting angry. "I tell you my life story and you won't even tell me who you are?" She continued to stare off silently. He glared at her. "Oh, well that's just shit. That's bull shit!" he yelled. Without another word, he stood up and stormed off of the roof back into his sanctuary.
And the girl was left alone again with unanswered questions lingering in her mysterious presence.
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