It's been eleven days...
Eleven days of Dark's stillness and silence....
He's like.... a dead man....
His glow of vibrating and glitching lights were like the northern lights in the living room...
For the first time, I was glad nobody decided to come and.... check up on me - because they'd freak out at the sight of the living room...
I think it's a goodbye...
I don't think he'll ever....
... ever wake up....
It's a painful thing to mentally agree on but...
It's true....
I would romantically and dramatically just... wait for him FOREVER to wake up no matter what it takes - and no matter how unreal my life has currently been - it's real life afterall.
I have to move on.
This is not some sort of a movie or a book - or anything.
It's my life.
.... and I'm moving away from him....
And I'm sorry to him....
I really am....
But HE....
.... yes he did provide me with more knowledge of the world - more knowledge about the existence of the demon worlds and more.
Yes.
Yes he made me special.
But I don't deserve it.
I finally stood up from the same sofa he lied in...
I let go of his cold pale arm....
His white suit glitched from black to white continuously...
It's like an error in the system....
An error that doesn't make sense....
I turned my back towards Dark for the last time....
I didn't want to even look at him...
I knew that I would break down immediately....
I silently left my living room and closed the door behind me....
.... I froze...
I feel like... like my own house is a hospital
...
The only thing it was missing behind the lack if patients or workers existence, was...
The sound of a heart monitor...
A heart monitor that probably produced only one line of a rhythm with no pauses to simulate his heart beat...
I took one last glance behind me on the closed door....
The end.
"....t's your.... ergancy....."
I could barely hear the lady's voice at the other end of the call...
"H-Hello? I am.... (Y/n) (L/n)...."
I whispered as my hand trembled as it held the phone...
My shaky footsteps went back downstairs....
".... t-there's a man in my room...."
I whispered...
There was a pause....
"Sorry, Ms but if somebody broke into your house, you should've called the police~"
"-No, no, no..." I interrupted...
Suddenly, I froze halfway on the stairs...
"... this man... he.... he needs help...."
REEEEEEEK...
A sound filled my ears.
My head quickly rose up....
I tensed.
My eyes met up with someone I never expected.
The living room's door was open.
The figure on the sofa sat stiff.
His head glitched as it jerked every way painfully possible...
.... w-what?
Dark....
I'll still refer to him as DMark-
He was sitting up and having a seizure while he sat on the sofa.
His eyes were white instead of his usual black scalera.
HE'S ALIVE.
But he didn't say a word.
In fact he was barely making a sound.
My heart was thundering.
I mentioned an idea of him to someone else and this happens? ---
"-Hello Ms? Ms?"
I ended the call...
I dropped my phone....
It bounced from stair to stair until it hit the tiles at the bottom...
The screen cracked but I could care less...
"Dark?"
I got no reply.....
I examined DMark's clothing...
Still the white suit.
"Mark?"
I expected a reaction but there was nothing....
I decided the only thing possible...
I needed help...
Professional help from somebody who knew how to work with this.
But...
Who might it be?