Hi my name is Mimori and this is my story I guess. I’m a 15 year old girl with long brown hair with dark blue eyes. I’m not the best looking person, I’m 5’6 and weigh somewhere around 130 pounds. I think I’m hideous and fat especially my waist. Whenever I called myself fat in front of this one girl, she would always say “no your not!” And when I called myself ugly she would say “your really pretty!” Which would piss me off so much. I hated when people would lie to me about things like that. But anyways that's not important, so let's get right on into my story.
The room was dark with red curtains. The bed had red bed sheets and a black blanket. The window was open with a slight breeze coming in. I laid in my bed with my blanket to the side of me with my arms and legs spread out while I stare at my ceiling. I turn over to my sides and close my eyes and see an image of a person with blood lust in their eyes while they step closer to me with a bloody knife in their hands. I jerked forward and sat up on my bed as I lift my head up. “Why? Why can’t I just relax without seeing disturbing things. Why does it always have to make sure I can’t sleep until my body can’t take it anymore…” I get up off of my bed and hear a deep voice that is kind of scratchy. ‘Do you want to be free or live like this??’ I quickly turn around and see no one. I look down and put my hand over one of my eyes. “Haha I must be crazy….”. I then hear the voice again. ‘Everyone has their own madness hun. Heheh.’ I flop onto my bed with my face down and I feel a chill. “Go away..”. I close my eyes and try to sleep but feel something sharp on the back of my neck. I open my eyes and sit up and see a human figure with a knife in their hands. All I could think was that I was going to die right here without being able to actually live my life. ‘I can help you.’ “Yeah and your idea of helping depressed people is to kill them to satisfy your own psychopathic wants…” the figure sits on the bed next to me and leans its face close to mine but I can't see many features because of the darkness. The person whispers in my ear. “Why not join me in my world? The world that would never accept you will be gone and you can finally be free.” I turn my face away and look up at my ceiling.
The person who seems to be male pushes me down on the bed and holds me down by my wrists. The boy is silent and then finally breaks the silence by saying. “Well, what do you say?” I laugh and respond: “Haha, do I even have a choice in the first place? I mean it definitely seems like you have your mind set to kill me. If you want to kill me so badly just do it. Treat me like a animal whose suffering. So end my suffering by letting me have eternal rest.” He then rests his body on top of mine, his head to the side of mine and he whispers in my ear. “You will live, not in this world, but mine. You will have a new identity and you will slowly be able to recover from these thoughts of yours. You will be able to live the life you want. You can learn to trust people. You can have the things you have always wanted. I was planning to bring you to my world by force in your sleep but I changed my mind. I want you to choose yourself. You won't be dead but rather you will be more alive.” I then realize I’m crying which I haven’t done for 5 years. Without caring about the consequences, I said something without realizing it come out of my mouth. “Yes”
He sat me up and then he stood up extending his arm out to me. He then said in a kind voice: “Let’s go.”. A bright light shined in the room as I reached my hand out to grab his. As soon as our hands touched the light grew stronger and my room was disappearing before my eyes. I was freaked out and confused by what was happening as we were surrounded by light. I couldn’t see anything but light and him as a even lighter figure. It felt like he was pulling me somewhere and I squinted my eyes because of how bright it was. I then closed my eyes and saw an image of a girl. The girl had long bright red hair, purple eyes and a red Japanese styled medieval dress. She was really thin with a good figure. Next to her stood a man with black hair and reddish eyes. He was skinny but looked in shape. He had on a cloak with a sword to his side. And as I opened my eyes, I didn’t feel like myself. I wasn’t in my room, I was in a forest laying in the grass. And as I looked at my arms and legs I was in shock and realized my life would never be the same.
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