This blackness is this the afterlife. I hear something. “Ake! Akebono!” I hear it. My name. I hear it. It’s my sister is she dead too. Wait. There’s a light. I’m alive. But where am I. It’s a hospital. Akia, in the light, you look more beautiful than normal. Ichiro, my brother, the eldest son, your amazing, smart, and just too polite, yet you always stand up for yourself. The only people that seem to still care about me, a worthless pathetic nobody. Why do they still care. I’m just a drag to both of them.

The doctor then says,”You will live with a few minor injuries, and only a couple major ones. You are definitely one lucky fella. The cops will be interviewing you as soon as you recover.” He then tells the others,”Now you guys need to leave and let him recover.” They leave, but with a sort of reluctance in there movement. They truly do care about me, but why do they. I’m useless.I’m a terrible, just horrible nobody. Why do they care that I lived. Wouldn’t it be better for them if I was dead.

Then someone comes in. He’s holding a badge. I guess he’s the cops that’s supposed to question me about the incident. The man just asks,”What do you remember about the incident?” I told him,”I don’t remember anything. Just a truck that just ran into me.” Ok I guess that’s all I need from you then. He then gets up, and checks something like a phone. He then mumbles something very angrily, and runs for the door, but before he does he turns to me and says “I wish you the best of luck my-

Boom! The door gets busted open by this woman. She’s wearing a very bright and white clothes on contrast to the mans black suit. They look like opposites. Like a Benvolio to his Tybalt. The woman then uses a bright light out of her hand to blind the man. She then runs to me, picks me up, and jumps down the window. Then puts me down on the grass and simply says,”Good luck, Akebono.” Then there was an ice knife in her hand and she just stabs me through the head.