Authors note here: hey there!

  The names phainon, feel free to call me whatever you would like though.      I’m writing this to inform you that this is my very first and I mean VERY first ever time writing something like this soo… if it sucks, that just means I haven’t improved yet, if it seems similar to something else, I can’t control fate, not yet at-least.

  And to those who stand by me through this tale that won’t be happy, well… just get ready for one hell of a story!

  PROLOGUE: Gods do Exist, Don’t they?

  drip… drip…. Sizzle… pour…. Why am I making these sound effects? Well I’m simply bored. I trudge down the path from school, the asphalt sidewalk has that smell to it, the smell everything had after a rain started pouring down on a hot day during April.

  I can’t help but catch my own reflection through my foggy, raindrop stained glasses, yet it doesn’t reflect back. “Dang, this rain sure is coming down hard. Glad I knew to bring my umbrella for walking home after practice” I loudly narrate as a step of murky water splashes my older shoes.

  “this suuuucks! How come I have to walk home after practice just because I couldn’t bring myself to ask anybody to drive me home!?” I asked a question that I answered myself, how ironic haha.

  As the rain came down harder than ever, I found myself dazed out of the world again, this oh so great black and white world. Ever since I was young, I’d daze out like this. My parents would blame it on my brain, saying there was something wrong with me, kids would find me strange and pick on me, however why does a dying man breathe still? It’s because he chooses to of course, and that’s just my nature, to continue to daze out…. Daze as I walk… daze as I smell something bur- wait… something burning while it’s pouring out?

  ”RIP my backpack” I say, tossing it off as I run forward, my body not able to keep up with the rushing thoughts in my head as I approach something that could be called a nightmare.

  A the metal rail that shielded the asphalt sidewalks side, the one that was to stop cars was busted through like paper mache, and on the other side of it was a car beaten by the rains and the tree it crashed into…. And a woman hanging out the side of it limp.

  ive never felt such a chill before. That chill that creeps up you as you stare death in the face, my first encounter not even being my own as I carefully try to go down towards the car, my old faded shoes sliding against the mud as I enter what was part of a forest before humans got to it.

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  “I-is anybody alive in there!?” I call out, however I really didn’t want to hear this answer.

  A child crying. That child, most likely not even 3 years old yet, her voice loud to show life, unlike her mother hanging through the window as I’m shedding tears like that young child is.

  ”S-shoot!” I can’t afford to wipe my tears as I quickly see what seems to be the father in the front, thankfully still alive but jammed in a bad position. “WAKE UP, WAKE UP!!” I pounded on that wet window, I pounded and pounded Untill my hand turned red and went numb, yet he just wouldn’t respond.

  My only option left was to pull the woman out of the window… her dead corpse still bleeding as I pulled and pulled until she finally came out, using her exit as my entrance as all I could do for her was leave my umbrella to partially cover her.

  “F-fuck!” I felt something warm, something warm yet so cold pierce me as suddenly the world seemed a lot more red then black and white. The glass from the car window impaled my stomach as I crawled in, however I didn’t stop. I kicked the mans car door open with brute force, something to thank this obese body for as I slapped the man to consciousness then dragged him out along with his child.

  “D-damn….” The man was paralyzed from the waist down, the child unhurt layed with him under my umbrella as I staggered up the hill, a trail of blood starting to form into a puddle.

  ”911, What’s your emergency?” Those words resounded in my hot head… why was everything so hot…?

  “C…car crash… by the club…. W-woman dead”

  Why, why is there so much… so much blood..? My world quickly was turning redder and redder as I felt up towards my head…. Feeling something that wasn’t supposed to be there….

  A glass shard. A glass shard was lodged into my head from when I kicked the fathers door open, my own velvety crimson blood soaking into my eyes along with the rain as I tried to remain focused… yet it’s so hard.

  ”c-club by the highschool… father hurt… ch-child fine…”

  drip… drip,drip,DRIP,DRIP, DRIPPING!! IT WONT STOP DRIPPING!

  ”Sir!? Hello!? SIR!? Stay on the line sir, help will be there shortly!! Si…..r….”

  ”Ah, there’s my world again”

  I felt it, that nice cold. The cold black world I had loved and lived my life in away from others, my delusions enough for myself as I heard sirens arrive and tears came down my face.

  However these tears were not for me, they were for that little girl again, the one who had stopped crying just from embracing her mothers corpse, and who had stopped crying as my corpse was washed with my blood and mud as a rare smile formed on my face.

  ”….A”

  …

  ”..A..!”

  As I opened my eyes, I saw a black void with strings attached to my heart, then when I really opened my eyes, I felt pain.

  I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t breathe, just in a tube that seemed green, stitches covering my body and beautiful long hair as a body that didn’t belong to me spasmed in unimaginable pain that made my tongue want to hang out.

  With the little time I was still conscious in all that pain, I thought to myself..

  ”Gods do Exist, Don’t they….?”