All you see in front of you is white. The sound of church bells chime in your ears as leaves gracefully fall from the sky despite having no source. The wind weaves through your hair, giving you a refreshing sensation. You blink, and now see a woman in the distance. She isn't moving, standing her ground with her hands hanging in front of her.
[[Move Towards Her]]You move towards the woman, your feet stepping lightly on the nothingness. You're about five feet away from her when you stop to observe her. She's wearing a long black dress somewhat like a sleeveless kimono. The dress is covered in white swirls and tangles that seem to repeat on themselves. On her neck is a small golden pendant shaped like a tear drop. Her hair is somewhat of a cross between a white and silver color in a long braid down her shoulder that reaches her midriff. She's looking down towards her hands longingly. She looks akin to a woman in mourning.
[[Step Closer]]
[[Touch Her]]
You step closer to her. She doesn't twitch, flinch, or even blink.
[[Grab Her Hands]]
[[Grab Her Shoulder]]
[[Grab Her Neck]]What part of her do you touch?
[[Pat Head|Head]]
[[Feel Arm|Arm]]
[[Grab Thigh|Thigh]]
[[Grab Breast|Breast]]
[[Pet Feet|Feet]]You grab her hands and hold them tightly. She continues to look at her hands, but with a seemingly more distant look in her eyes.
You wake up in your bedroom with your husband beside you. His hand is clasping yours as he looks over at you with tears in his eyes. He clutches your hand tighter and closes his eyes. You close your eyes and begin to hum a familiar tune and slowly drift back to [[Somewhere]].You reach out and grab her shoulder in an attempt to be comforting. She looks up into your eyes with a look a sadness. She barely holds back the tears as she silently whispers something. What do you say?
[["It's okay now."|It's okay now]]
[["I love you."|I love you]]
[[Stay Silent|Nothing]]You lunge out and grab her neck, tightening your grip around her throat. She looks up at you, horror in her blue eyes as she stares into your soul. You feel as though she's burrowing into your soul and screaming stop. She doesn't try to stop, she just stares. You tighten your grip even more as she opens her mouth in a gasp letting out her final breath of air. She closes her eyes and silently whispers something. A tear streams down her face as you feel her breathing stop. She's dead. You release your grip on her and her limp body falls to the ground. You drop to your knees and you feel tears to well up in your eyes. Why. Why did you do this?
You wake up in your bedroom with your husband's corpse in bed beside you. You feel the cuts on your arms start to hurt more. You step out of bed and lay the gasoline. You set fire to the house and set the noose. No one will remember you anyway. No one will care. As you begin to lose conscious you begin to slip back to [[Somewhere]]."It's okay now." You whisper to her. A tear streaks down her face and she walks into you. You embrace her as you feel her begin to sob.
You wake up in the basement. Your husband is cradled in your embrace, the gun still in his hand as tears fall down his face. The note still remains on the chair, telling his goodbye.
It's okay now.
It's okay here.
It's okay [[Somewhere]]."I love you." You whisper to her. Tears stream down her face as she rips herself out of your hold and wakes away. Suddenly she stops and turns back to you and mouths a word and falls to the ground.
You wake up in your basement with the corpse of your wife in front of you. Blood is splattered on the wall, the single bullet shell lies on the ground. But there she is, dressed up in her wedding gown, head tipped to the side, dead. The note tied to her wrist narrates her exit from this world with one word. Tears start to fall down your face as you only wish you could go back.
Go back to happiness.
Go back to love.
Go back to [[Somewhere]]. You say nothing and continue to look into her big blue eyes. She releases herself from your grip. She acts like nothing just happened. Enraged, you feel like screaming at her, but you open your mouth and no words come out. You attempt running to catch her, yet you find you're stationary, stuck in place with some force holding you back.
You wake up in your front yard and the knife drops from your hand. Though the darkness of the night surrounds you, in front of you is the corpse of your husband, lying on his stomach. His mouth is gaped open as is his back, gaping open with more than a dozen stab wounds. Blood is on your hands and paints the ground. That force comes back to you now -- guilt.
Your heart begins pumping.
Your head begins pounding.
This can't be real.
This must be your imagination or something.
This must be [[Somewhere]].<center><h2>InsomnicaticA</h2></center>
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You pat her head and she does nothing. She remains stationary.
You wake up in your bed, with her besides you. You look at her again. Her kitty ears and soft complexion, along with her soft skin. Pillow-like even.
You don't feel alone. [[Right|Somewhere]]?You touch her arm in a comforting fashion with a bit of an apprehensive tinge. She looks up at you and begins to cry, though her face remains otherwise neutral. She says words you can not hear and looks up at you longingly. What do you do?
Reply...
[["Pull yourself together."|dead]]
[["I'm here for you."|notdead]]
[["Just do it."|dead2]]
Act...
[[Hug her|notdeadhug]]
[[Hug and sway her|accsuicicde]]
[[Push her|bloodhands]]
[[Walk away|nointervene]]
Or [[Do Nothing|nothingdone]].You grab her thigh and she shakes for a split second. What happened in the ten minutes after that you vaguely remember, except for that you loved it and the woman she... you can't recall what she thought.
When you awake, you're lying in a street alley with your pants unzipped. The boy in the corner lies unconscious in a puddle of liquid. Lovely.
[[Lovely.|Somewhere]]You reach out and grab her right breast. She quickly throws a sucker punch towards your face and you fall to the ground. She looks around, distressed as she slowly tears up.
You awake with your vision blurry and a woman in a green dress in front of you nervously crying after she had punched you. The rattling of the trains echoes through your ears and pounds inside your brain as other passengers help you up and the woman almost starts to sob. People calm her and calm you as well, though everyone seems to be staring holes into your skull. Why would they look at you like that? What would make them do that?
You did nothing wrong. [[Right?|Somewhere]]You kneel down and she instantly seems surprised. You start to pet her feet and she instantly reacts by kicking you in the face. You look up at her with your now hurting eyes and she silently screams something before running away.
You wake up and see red and black foaming in the corners of your vision. A little girl in a yellow rain coat is in the distance, running away from you and out of the alley.
Why are they so afraid?
[[Why?|Somewhere]]
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<center> [[Continue|Somewhere]] </center>"Come on, pull yourself together." You say in a condescending tone.
You wake up and see your daughter, tears streaming down her face, standing on the edge of a platform.
<b>"Shut up! You don't understand!"</b> she screams in your face as she goes to push you away from her. She pushes you but you stand your ground, causing her to propel herself backwards off the ledge whilst she screams that she is happy now.
And you hear her hit the [[ground|Somewhere]] with a crack.
"I'm here for you." You say in a sincere tone.
You wake up and see your daughter standing on the edge of a platform. There are tears streaming down her face as she walks towards you and hugs you, now heading into a full on sob.
"I was scared Mommy," she whispers between sobs "I didn't want to do it. I-I had to. Promise... promise you'll never leave me again."
[["Promise."|Somewhere]]"Just do it." You say in a mocking tone.
You wake up and your daughter is in front of you with tears streaming down her face with her cheeks red. She's standing on the edge of a platform.
<b>"Fine!"</b> she screams at you near sobbing "I didn't love you anyway!" as she jumps off of the platform with her eyes closed.
You hear a faint [[crack|Somewhere]].You walk up to her and hug her tightly.
You wake up with your son in your embrace. He's crying with tears streaming down his face as he steps down from the chair near the rafters. You hug him tightly as he sobs and whispers "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
Alive. He's alive and breathing.
And you are too.
[[Somewhere]].You hug her tightly and sway from side to side and it almost feels as though you're falling.
You wake and your vision starts fading as soon as you get it back. The last thing you see is a corpse (or one soon to be) laying beside you with no blood on them from where you were. The last thing you feel is a growing pain in your spine and ribs.
The last place you were was [[Somewhere]].You push her, a rather aggressive way of recovery, I guess.
You wake up in time to see your wife fall off the chair holding her up. She begins to choke and hoarsely scream. All you can do is watch, horrified. You pushed her off the only thing keeping her living.
You tightened the knot, with [[blood on your hands|Somewhere]].You walk away from her, leaving her where she is.
You awake and find yourself walking down the hall, you walk away and up the stairs into your bedroom.
The rafters are awfully creaky today.
[[Odd|Somewhere]].You stand there and do nothing.
You awake to find your husband hanging from the rafters. And you did nothing to stop him.
[[Nothing|Somewhere]]..?