My wrists detached, my elbows twisted, my arms decayed, my ankles ripped, my thighs crushed, my legs contorted, my knees buckled, my feet turned to ash, my stomach upturned, my chest inverted, my collarbone snapped--
Yet I still stood. Stood amongst the bodies. Stood amongst the dead.
Standing without feet.
Standing without feeling.
Standing without reason.
Surviving is the only thing I can do. I still breathe today because...
“It’s all you’re good at.”
My mother’s words echo through this white void. No, it’s too cruel to call it a void. There are people here. I’m still here, yet I wouldn’t consider myself a person. I’m one with the emptiness. One with the white. A pitiful being who only exists to seek sympathy.
“Hey, [...]!”
The world shakes. The monochrome world devours me. “Huh?” I blink to adjust to the light. “What?” I look to the left and right. Cars and street signs pass us by in blurs.
“We’re almost to the concert,” a hand touches my head. “Are you not feeling well, [...]?”
“What did you say…?”
“Your name,” my friend narrows her eyes then sighs softly. “Whatever. The idol concert is going to be great!” she claps her hands. “I don’t want you dragging us down if you didn’t get enough sleep,” a hand starts prodding at my side.
What did it sound like when she said it a second ago? My name, huh.
“Hey, [...], are you listening to me?”
Right, my name. It was…
>Sayuri Iwasa
>Akuro Kaname
>Ohtori Megume
>Custom