Static

Prologue - Somewhere Over the Rainbow

WAY UP HIGH, where the sky ends, and darkness envelopes you, we created The Place. To many who enter, a nonexistant light blinds them, making them too frighted to take just one step closer.

But if they did, they would find themselves an above that is made up of miles and miles of stars. The Place is a world that consists of only humor, joy, hope, and love.

But since June 8th, there was a new word added to the list.

Destruction.

And with this word, comes all of my memories of him.

No matter how hard I try, I cannot escape The Place; cannot escape his face glistening in the moonlight, giving me signals that I didn't understand were being said.

Reminds me that that was the first time I was blinded by my own selfish light.

So, without my vision, I had stepped back.

I stepped onto the trigger that was aimed right at his chest.

I stepped back.

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The bruises, the cuts, they've made me a self-carved mannequin that lies on the bridge from our heavan to earth, reminding me, with every aching step, that I... Είμαι ένας δολοφόνος

For those who do not know...
Mannequin:
- Beautiful
- Thin
- Weak
- Expressionless
- Fake
- Dead

But who knows, a mannequin can just be covering up all of it's cracks under its new coat of plastic.

Cracks, the lashes that its own hand made on itself to never forget.

But lashes aren't enough.

Scratches will fade.
But this is something that cannot. Something I wont let do so.

The only thing you cannot erase are the things holding you to the ground even when gravity fails.

The feel of his hand gliding down your back, his midnight colored hair, his morning-noon-night kisses. His everlasting love.

All of this is stored at The Place, the kryptonite powerhouse, my end.

That is why I do not, will not, ever leave.