FIRST POV OF: SAKURA-CHLOÉ YAMAMOTO
WARNINGS: distorted view of the world, toxic/fake friends, spacing out/delusions, horror aspects.
AUTHOR NOTE: first prompt i do to entropy!! hope it’s okay lol
WORD COUNT: 621
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In a world where nobody re me, or even knows me, would I feel true joy?
I wake up in a distorted world; one I don’t recognize, where nobody re me or even knows me. Colors are distorted, and it’s so quiet, it’s almost comforting. As I look out the window in front of me, I realize I can’t see people’s faces, they’re all strange like an indie game where the characters’ faces are pixelated.
I open the window to hear the people chattering, yet I don’t hear anything, maybe this world’s people are quiet? I shouldn’t complain, I’m not from here.
I get dressed and go out, the sun doesn’t burn my skin as it usually does, maybe that’s why I feel so cold. The people walk past me, some of them even walking through me, but I have no right to complain, I’m not from here.
As I walk through the streets, I begin to hear people chatting, it hurt my ears but it was acceptable, I haven’t heard people speak all day. A group of them approach me, and begin talking to me. Their faces become clearer to me, until they don’t, and their faces glitch between transparency and opaqueness, but I don’t pay any mind to it.
I speak, but it’s as if I’m unheard and forgotten about. I speak again but louder, and they look at me with disgust, and begin laughing at me. I’m humiliated. I try to run away but my feet are glued to the brick-and-concrete sidewalk. It seems as if they’re the ones who glued me there, as they begin to laugh louder. Before they eventually smile and apologize, then drag me along with them.
I’m lonely, and I miss the sounds of people talking, so I follow along.
They eventually lead me to a place full of chatter that looks like a mall, how nice. They eat and speak and laugh, and I don’t get to share the nice feelings they have. But I shouldn’t complain, I’m not from here.
Eventually the sun sets, and they part ways. But I stay seated in the mall, unable to leave. Why can’t I leave? Am I upset? I shouldn’t be, I don’t belong here anyway.
I go home, and my bed is cold; the sheets colder. Nothing to embrace me with warmness after this hefty day, how saddening.
I wake the next day, and open the window. No more comfortable silence like yesterday. Instead, I’m met with loud chattering it’s deafening. I slam the window shut and the glass breaks. Silence ensues, and everyone looks at me like I’m deranged. They then all scream at me, I panic and get my slippers on and rush out the house, they start running after me. Why is this happening?
I eventually get to a safe spot, with the friends that I met yesterday, I rush to them to find shelter, and they help. After a moment of rest, I hear the people’s chatter again; my friends snitched.
I could only run, I ran through walls, buildings, everything that stood in my way. But as soon as the people got near, I felt suffocated, and my body got heavy. Is this what happens when people run after you here? Maybe that’s why I don’t belong, I’m not used to it, I’m not from here. I try to run, but they’re coming closer, and closer, and closer, and clo-
“Earth to Sakura?” One of my friends waves in front of my face, I blink my dry eyes several times and look at them cautiously “I’m here.”
“You don’t look like it.” She argues.
“I’m here now?” I shrug.
Yes, I’m here now, right where I belong. Home.
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