Cerise Tear Authored by: Kuro Kumo Yume Chapter IV: echo

Crystal shards falling through the skies. Cerise rain. The clouds are quilted in something quite like blood, spreading unevenly through out the layers of fluff. Fire is erupting from with every living thing. Scorching hell. Blazing, everything is in fire. I can see a body. The silhouette is falling through the sky. Small shattered glass is all around this person. Falling slowly they go, time seems as if its frozen or still. Glinting like diamonds the glass falls through the shadows hair. Whipping around like a fierce tiger, but yet gentle like an ocean breeze. So cruel and ominous. Just like life. This body was so angelic, but it was so troubled by everything. Underneath its beautiful shell there was a deep, gruesome depression. This body fell softly to earth and the as soon as it touched the hell; the volume of this fantasy increased. Earsplitting screams. Fire cackling, sounds of shattered glass. My shaking movement as I stumbled through the street running toward the fallen body. I could feel the demons clawing at my arms, leaving scratches in their wake. They were pulling me down. Their black shadows clasping at my neck. The body, had to see the body. I had to see if it was her…

Who?

To see if it was her! It looked so much like her….falling like that…

Who are you speaking of boy? You speak nothing of nonsense!

Her! It’s her….if only

You’re an idiot!

No! No! Get out of my head….get out…get out!

I awoke with a sudden start. My heart pounded and my body felt as if it was on fire. Perspiration ran down my face as I panted and held my chest. I began to jump up but was held back by something in my arm. As I stared down I saw a needle there, pumping something foul into my coarse system. It was administering drugs again. Dammit! Don’t they ever cease? I wrapped my fingers around the tube and pulled. The needle came out without much difficulty as a slight stream of blood appeared on my forearm. I succeeded this time in getting up. I felt dizzy and turned. I turned toward my bed. My bed was covered in blood. It was my blood. This was to much at once. I put my hands against my head as I did I felt this warm sticky substance upon my face. On my hands there was blood, tons of blood. I stared at my body, small streams of blood ran across my body. The bandages fell off and exposed my throbbing scars. One by one the sutures ripped open. I could feel someone’s hand inside my chest. Gripping the arteries and holding them. I leaned against the window pane in agony. In the reflection of the window I saw in sloppy bloody letters my name being written. ‘Daemon’ it said.

I had to get out of here this place is crazy. These drugs, they make me ache, they make me burn. Can’t they understand? Upon the window I pressed, it didn’t open. I grabbed a chair and threw it toward the window. Shattering glass went everywhere. As I stuck my blood dripping face outside, the wind whistled in my ears and my eyes met the steeple of the church. It mocks me, every time. I know it does. Whenever I look out this damned window it’s always there! Always, always…every time.. Won’t you just go away? I hate this hell…I hate it I hate it…. I placed a sure foot on the ledge, knowing I wouldn’t die I was prepared to jump. I want to test death. Shall it really catch me? Maybe this time…

“Patient nine!” a woman clad in a lab coat appeared at my door. “Get down right now!”

I stared back at her for a second before I decided to jump. At that instant everything seemed to stop and I heard a voice. It was inside my head and I saw no one.

Is this what you really want? Do you wish to jump knowing you cannot die? Knowing that ’they’ will take you back in and put you in deeper isolation? ‘They’ will give you more drugs you know, they will morph your perspective on reality even more. You won’t be able to concentrate anymore. Your mind will totally be sent into oblivion and all your physical body will be able to do is foam at the mouth. Is that what you want?

No…I just want….

What do you desire?

I just want a normal life! With a mother who would care…and a father who would be there….I want to be out of here. I want to…be free.

I stepped back from the ledge and I stared at the woman with morose eyes. I slowly walked toward her and with one swift movement had my hands around her neck. She was unable to stand, her hands clawing at her throat. A maniacal grin spreading across my face. A life was fading in my hands. Unable to stand she now supported her weight on my grip, in turn I held her off the ground. She kicked a little before she took her last strained breath. In my hands she had died. I cast her body away on the bed as if it were garbage.

Her body was frail and so decrepit. What a miserable life I had just ended. All lives were worthless. So pointless... to strive for only a short time and then losing it all in an accidental death or just death. Oh death...my sweet maiden with iridescent wings…won't you come save me. Save me from the darkness that surrounds my soul, or is that just the complete purpose of your twisted humor? To see me suffer and decay at your whim. Falling through your arms, razor sharp winds piercing this flesh that I own. Death hold me tight and before me end my life. As I watch the last heartbeat fade catch me in your arms and caress me. Take me away...

I slowly slide down toward the floor that always seemed to be there, and rested with my head in my hand as I felt much blood leave this body. Pity heart, frail body. My head fell to the floor with a gentle, yet painful thud, and a tear streamed down my face. It intermixed with the blood lieing upon my body and the surrounding items. My eyes, I felt them close perhaps with the help of the drugs or maybe for sorrow. My mind entered a dreamlike inescapable state. Frozen and unable to move. Like ice. We are alike, cold and mean on the outside and inside...? Hollow. Nothing. Hollow glass.

To be continued…