YOU DON’T GET TO KILL ME

I snapped.

“YOU DON’T GET TO TELL ME WHAT WILL HAPPEN WITH MY LIFE!!”, I yelled. 

Now, here’s the thing. Yelling at something that doesn’t exist makes you crazy, but yelling at something that won’t listen to you is even worse. So naturally, I yelled at a fucking black screen that most probably didn’t even exist.

“YOU WON’T TAKE MY LIFE AWAY FROM ME!!”, I yelled.

The screen stayed silent, still. Still displaying the words that were haunting me, even in death.

Detachment Type: HIKA

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? I don’t speak ‘black screen of death’, for the love of God. And yet here I was, trying to reason with words that were supposedly trying to control my future, which they probably were.

“NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, I..”

The black screen flickered a little..or that was just my imagination, which, in hindsight, it probably was.

“..WILL..”

The force that was pushing at me intensified times a hundred, making it hard to talk. Even though I wasn’t actually talking, since I was dead. But for some reason I could still hear something; the words of a dying man, or the words of a hallucinating dying man. I was beyond reason at this point. Fuck this shit. Fuck whatever disease is messing with my head right now. I needed control, I needed logic. And the only thing that came even remotely close to those agendas was anger. Hot, boiling, volcanic anger.

“..PRESERVER!!”

The screen shattered like glass. The words on it started to flicker, as if there had been a glitch in the system. If there even was a system. Now, I don’t know if it was my heinous screaming, or my shitty attempt at justice. The only thing I knew was this: I needed to be free. And I needed to get answers. Fast. Before the life that probably is already out of my hands leaves me..forever.

TRANSMISSION ERROR. ERROR. ERROR.

ERROR.

REDIRECTING TO BACKUP TRANSMISSION..

“UGH!!!!!” My soul compressed with such intensity that being hit by a train was incomparable. This wasn’t like the previous compression. This was more direct, more intense, more..finale.

“N-No..”, I chocked out using my imaginary voice, my also imaginary eyes swimming with imaginary tears. But the pain inside was real. More that real, it was..it was soul-crushing (IGNORE THE PUN I WAS GENUINELY IN PAIN). 

YOU WILL DIE TODAY, KAIRO.

What?? Who the hell was that? Die?? What the fuck is happening??!

My mouth fell open. 

And how did it..

My soul crushed. I made a imaginary sound that was probably a death moan. My imaginary eyes became blurry. My soul’s arms and legs detatched as if they were made of playdough. As my ever-so-decreasing imaginary eyesight got more and more blurry by the second, I watched as my soul got torn off, limb by limb, piece by piece, as a mysterious force ate at it. 

“What..”, I thought,”is happening?” My soul got smaller and smaller, and my eyesight got dimmer and dimmer. 

This must be what the screen was talking about, I thought. That Hika thing. I gritted my imaginary teeth. That piece of shit.

Not to mention, what was that transmission thing earlier? The screen is completely broken, and nothing was displayed on it..

..and yet..

I still..saw the words. As clear as day. As clear as a drop of blood. 

Death is something no one can ever escape. It is a danger, a threat, that always looks above the strongest and the weakest. You..

I groan, my imaginary voice almost completely gone now, my consciousness, or what was left of it, dimming faster. What..? What is this voice? Why can I still hear it even though I’m about to die? 

I thought about Olivia, about my parents who raised me since I was born, who picked me up when I fell down. The same people who taught me how to ride a bike, the same people who made me who I am today. The people who I just saw today before a fucking eagle killed me.

..have been..

Wishing me well. Wanting me to become someone, something. Whether today or tomorrow. Except there will be no tomorrow. 

My imaginary vision was completely gone now. Shit. I was out of time. 

..chosen..

Ma, I thought, my heart breaking. Olivia.

Dad.

..BY DEATH.

My consciousness faded to black, just like the screen that had taken my life.

My soul broke and parted, leaving trails of the man that could’ve been but never was. I lost all awareness. Shit, I chuckled, no sound coming out. I guess you won, then,..

HIKA.

There would be no tomorrow. Not for Kairo Reyonka.

**************

THE SCREEN DANGLED, MANY IF ITS PARTS COMBUSTED. BUT THE DISPLAY TECHNOLOGY WAS ONLY PARTIALLY DESTROYED. HOWEVER, IT HAD REACHED THE END OF ITS LIFESPAN DUE TO ALL OF THE DAMAGE IT TOOK.

AND SO, IT BEGAN TYPING.

THE SCREEN WHIRRED BACK TO LIFE, DISPLAYING WHAT WOULD BE ITS LAST MESSAGE.

SYSTEM: DATA LOG

DAMAGE CONTROL: ACTIVE

SYSTEM SELF-DESTRUCT: ON

SOUL TRANSMISSION..

SUCCESSFUL.

END OF CHAPTER

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