Concealed Emotions

Prologue?

(Third Person POV)

Sunny stood there, quickly glancing around the barren white scape. He clutched his violin closely to his chest, a chill running down his back. The sound of the cold strings being played seemed to warm the surrounding area. What stood before him was a scrawny kid, holding a smooth shiny knife, that reflects his dead eyes that gazed at Sunny. Omori.

Sunny made the first move, quickly playing his violin that should hurt whatever Omori is. However, it didn't seem to faze him as Omori quickly charged forward and stabbed Sunny, blood pooling out from the wound that was just freshly opened. Sunny gasped in pain, trying to staunch the blood flow and stop the excruciating agony. Somewhere in the depths of his mind, something clicks. Sunny remembers Kel's words. "Friends... Friends are supposed to be there for each other." Sunny calms down, steadies his breathing, and strikes three times with Allegro. The music echoes through the room.

"They will never forgive you. They'll abandon you, like you did them... and that's what you deserve," Omori echoed, his words turning Sunny's brain to mush. He couldn't think straight, as Omori continues his torture. However, something tells Sunny to continue living. Sunny takes a deep breath, and continues to play the melody. Omori does not succumb. Sunny backs away, in horror, as Omori slashes wildly. He's still alive?! Blood pools all over the floor, yet every time Sunny gets injured, his wounds seemed to heal up as he remembers each one of his friends. 

Sunny remembers Aubrey's wish. "I hope you can find some peace... or you know... some happiness." Sunny wants to live. He has to. For his sister. However, his hope is instantly hacked away from Omori. "You say you care but you're a liar. You've never done anything for anyone else. People like you don't deserve to live." Omori does not succumb. 

His hands are shaking at this point. Sunny watches the White Space slowly transform to a shade of red. He cherishes through the pain, and the horrible ache flowing throughout his head. Sunny remembers Hero's promise. "Last time... We made the mistake of leaving each other when we needed each other the most. This time... we'll stay together." And that's what Sunny always wanted. He wanted to always be with his friends and his sister forever. Growing up made them separate, but now that they are back together... Sunny didn't want it to change. He loved them. However, Omori had other plans, as hands emerged all around him, twisting in a grotesque manner. The hands slammed down on Sunny, desperately trying to erase him. Omori screams out, "You're nothing but a liar... and when they see the truth... They'll hate you as much as you hate yourself. It would be better to just die." 

"No..." Sunny says, getting back up. He remembered the sunny days on the beach, the warm days in the tree house, and even the rainy day when Basil found out about his crush on Aubrey. Omori will not succumb. The hands around Omori shoved Sunny into the wall, and ten knife wounds instantly appeared around Sunny, as Omori moves in lightning speed. Before Sunny could black out, he remembered Basil's hope. "Maybe one day... things could go back to the way they were before." Despite the endless cycle of pain, Sunny struck back with all the good memories willing him to stand back up. He could do this. He could defeat Omori. He can make it back, and apologize to all his friends. He can admit the truth that had always ate away at his joy. Omori glanced down at Sunny, and let loose the truth, "You KILLED Mari. She loved you and you killed her. Hero loved her and you killed her. Aubrey loved her and you killed her. Kel loved her and you killed her. Basil loved her and you killed her. You loved her and you killed her." The horrifying sounds of screams and loud noises erupted around Sunny. The feeling of deja vu instantly extended outward from his memories as he remembers how he killed Mari. 

Through a haze of grief, Sunny remembers Mari's request. "You'll forgive yourself... Won't you Sunny?" "I will. I-... w... I can't."  Sunny thinks. Even through all the perseverance, four simple words pierced through the veil of hope, shattering it. "You should just die." Omori's blank stare, although terrifying, was somehow reassuring. He was right. Sunny should just die. Why was he fighting? He deserved death ever since the day of his sister's murder. All of these memories... worthless. Sunny never loved himself, and love will never be an emotion he'll ever feel again. Sunny collapses, letting his violin go. Just like the day he let his sister go. Sunny embraces Omori, as his identity disappears. Sunny was now gone. All the emotions, will, love, memories, simply crushed by Omori. Omori will make everything right.

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Sunny wakes up with a jolt, and almost falls out of his bed. The cold air from early morning combined with the honks of the busy cars in the city calmed down Sunny. He saw his reflection in the mirror, a scar lining his blinded eye, showing him that he was in reality. He was alright. Everything will be okay.

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890 words. idk if I should continue this. lmk ig?