Alice writes a happy ending to Sweet Pool
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THERE IS A WAY TO TURN ONE OF THE ENDINGS INTO A HAPPY ONE SO FOR f---S SAKE I WILL DO THIS.
Miracle's May, Violin Version
The train ride was long and disheartening. The people on board never lessened their judging glares on one another and they weren't even the slightest bit friendly. This life is what I was living before. Full of unfriendly people and full of this gripping misery of never knowing what they are thinking when their cold stares linger over you..
During the nighttime it rained heavily. Some of the passengers used this as an advantage and let the sound of the rain falling as a way to lure them into a deep sleep. Meanwhile this rain brought a young male passenger at the back a heavy and looming feeling. The rain made him feel uncomfortable, as if there was something more to this rain. But his memory rendered useless after a fall he had days ago from the top of a roof.
His chest still ached from earlier. Earlier in the day he had gotten off of the train for a reason unclear to him still. He had screamed something out, wondered why he screamed, and had then just stepped back on the train as if nothing had happened. His chest had begun to hurt and hours later the stinging pain still lingered in him. It wasn't much to cause of a problem, but he wondered why it would not go away.
He sighed and grabbed a notepad that was on the empty seat next to him. He opened the book and read through it again, trying to make sense of the neat yet unclear writing in it.
Your name is Tetsuo Shironuma. Family name is Shironuma, your given name is Tetsuo. You are a senior in high school. You live with your step parents, because your parents passed when you were younger. You have no siblings..
Over the course of a few days he had managed to memorize this information. The notepad was given to him by another student who called himself Makoto Mita. The student claimed he and Tetsuo had known each other before the accident, and though Tetsuo believed Makoto fully he didn't think much of the boy. Especially since he had asked the bubbly boy how they had met, and he had refused to answer. Because of that, Tetsuo had a bit of a bad feel for that boy. He felt distrust and felt there was something wrong with him. Of course everyone had their faults, but..
Something vibrated in his pocket and he was jerked out of his train of thought. He quickly reached into his pocket and searched for the item of disturbance until he found it. His cellphone. He looked drearily at the bright screen and noticed it was a message from the Makoto boy.
Hey! Shironuma, how is the train ride? Sorry that it is late and I might have awakened you from sleep, but I really wanted to check in on you and make sure you were doing okay!
Tetsuo had a bad feeling about this overly kind affection and attention the other boy had displayed for him. He had a pressing feeling that people normally wouldn't act like this way unless they had done something wrong in the past and wanted to make up for it.. Or if they were planning to back stab their victim later once they had become close enough to call each other 'friends'. It didn't really seem like the latter of the two was possible with this boy Makoto, and Tetsuo didn't feel he would do such a thing, but the first one was still possible..
The blonde had a very bad distrust for people, at least from what he had come to learn from his own feelings and the notebook. So perhaps that was why he didn't get good vibes from Makoto. It was just second nature to him and not really because there was something.. Well, that still wasn't clear if it was true or not.
He decided to not answer the text message until later. He was tired and if he knew anything for sure, his socialization skills were far worse when he was tired.
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I'll keep continuing maybe. -3- -
This is awesome. :O
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thank you. ; w ;
The hospital room was dark as it was outside. It was raining outside. The rain nearly pounded on the windows and occasionally thunder would roar through the small building. A set of distrusting and almost shy eyes looked at the window only feet away from the bed in which he was resting in. His facial expression was blank.
"Youji, are you feeling okay?"
The set of eyes shot over to the other side of the room where the door was open. The tall figure of a boy with orange hair stood at the door frame where he smiled brightly. The boy's eyes then went back to look at the cold tile floor.
"I'm fine, Makoto."
As anyone would expect he actually was nothing close to 'fine'. He had fell off the top of a roof a few days ago, and this boy Makoto had refused to tell him why he had been on the roof in the first place. What Makoto did tell him were bits and pieces of basic information such as his name and age. But Makoto didn't tell him much else.
"I was your best friend."
When Youji was told this the day he woke up, he didn't know exactly how to feel. This optimistic boy who was named Makoto certainly seemed to be someone who could easily make friends because not only was he kind and friendly, but he also seemed loyal. But Youji sensed that there was something wrong with him.. No one was perfect, but this boy seemed a little off.. Though, because Makoto was kind enough as to stay by his side and try to help him recover from having that accident, the older male was okay with having him around.
But even with this boy showing him incredible amounts of kindness, Youji didn't feel well. Aside from this terrible sensation of uncertainty he got from the boy Makoto, he felt empty. He felt as though something important were missing from him. Of course, that could be that now his knowledge of his own self was missing and he was left to be ignorant to the person he should have known best.
There was a strange incident that happened to Youji a few days ago that caused Makoto to always be around him. The day that Youji woke up, he felt especially strange. He thought it was because of the fall, but it couldn't have been that. Makoto had excused himself and went out to buy some food, and that bothered him even more. It seemed every time Makoto would go out to eat, it bothered Youji..
Well, while Makoto was gone, something came over Youji. He didn't know what exactly came over him, but something was telling him to get up and move. So he did. He didn't remember what exactly had happened form then. He didn't remember how he had managed to escape from the hospital, but since his room was on the first floor he must have sneaked out from the window. One thing he could remember was the horrendous amounts of pain that stung through his body. Every pass he took, a jolt of pain would run through him. But that didn't stop him.
He wasn't aware how long or how far he had traveled. But it must have been far since he remembered that by the time he got there, he was close to passing out. He was holding his bag so tightly that his knuckles were ghostly white. From there he was able to remember that when he had got to his destination, a platform at a train station, he stood there and screamed something in pressing agony. He was screaming it at a train that was quickly passing by. And before he knew it, he stood alone on the platform, except for the occasional person that might pass by and check if the next train was close by.
Then he remembered nothing but pitch black darkness, and when he woke wake up again he would be back at the hospital with Makoto watching over him. The boy seemed somewhat bothered and angry, though it didn't show in the voice he had used with Youji. He told Youji that he had to stay in the hospital because he was still very ill. He also mentioned that because of Youji's little attempt to escape like that, he had spent a long amount of time in the bathroom, with both constipation and vomit.
Youji couldn't remember any of this and didn't know if Makoto was making it up or not, but considering the fact that he couldn't remember if he had a good reason for running away to a train station, well, he was willing to believe what Makoto had told him.
It had been about three days since then and Youji was feeling somewhat better. He still felt weak and he occasionally had to go to the bathroom to relieve himself. Whenever he'd be in there he'd spend many hours just sitting there, crying silently in agony from the terrible amounts of pain. He was never hungry and if he tried eating these trips to the bathroom would turn worse, or he'd just end up vomiting the food entirely.
But he was beginning to feel better. At least now he could get up for extended periods of time without feeling pain. The only thing that got him was the trips to the bathroom. He kept telling Makoto that is was unusual and they should have that checked, but Makoto would quickly refuse and change the subject. This added to Youji's uncertainty towards his friend. But he tried to keep his wonders to himself. After all, it was becoming apparent that Makoto was hiding something from him. The rain from that day wasn't helping on evening out this bad mood, either. The rain, the lightning, and all the darkness.. It surely fit the mood and added to the sense of fright Youji was beginning to develop.
On the fourth day Youji woke up and found that Makoto was texting during the nighttime. He had been doing that since the second day. Youji was becoming curious of why he was always texting, and usually at such a late hour. He stood up from the bed and looked at the side of the room where Makoto sat in a chair. The light of his phone made his face bright. "Who are you texting?" he asked. His voice was quiet and his breath formed vapor when he spoke.
Makoto looked up from his phone, seeming a bit surprised. But he quickly smiled to see his friend awake and curious. "Oh, you're awake. I'm sorry if I woke you up, Youji," he said apologetically, still wearing the smile on his face. "I'm texting.." Suddenly he seemed to struggle with telling Youji who he was texting. "I'm texting Shironuma."
Youji cocked an eyebrow at Makoto. He knew he shouldn't continue questioning the boy, since it wasn't really polite to be butting into his business, but Youji had grown tired of his friend always trying to hide something from him. It certainly seemed that way, at least. He wanted to know the truth now. "What's his given name? Shironuma is a family name, you should know that Makoto. I don't think you should be hiding this type of stuff from me."
His friend pouted, and Youji thought that he had possibly hurt his friend. But the way Makoto spoke after he pouted told Youji that he was not saddened nor hurt, but somewhat furious. "His name is Tetsuo Shironuma, Youji. That's all. Now go back to bed, you need to rest. You must be tired from all of the trauma you've been going through. It'd be best if you just rested for a while. Anyways, I've got to go now. It's getting pretty late and my parents want me to do some stuff for them in the morning."
Youji sighed, knowing that he shouldn't push into this any further. Perhaps he could try later, when Makoto was back and cooled down. "Alright, goodnight Makoto. See you tomorrow, but don't come if you feel like you're too busy. It's okay."
That night, the rain was falling harder than it was the night before. But the rain wasn't the thing keeping Youji awake throughout the night. It was the name of the other man that Makoto was texting.
His name is Tetsuo. Tetsuo Shironuma. His family name is Shironuma, his given name Tetsuo..
He felt some of his emptiness lift away that night, and he didn't know why it did so. But the sound of that name replaced the emptiness with curiosity.
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