Being Dead Sucks (OumaSai/SaiOuma) -Being Edited-

9

A sun shines down from a cloudless sky, glaring relentlessly into my eyes and searing my vision. It's too bright. Too hot. Just adding insult to injury, I guess, as I blindly stumble around this place. I need to get out of here.

I'm in a field of lilies-their color an uncommon and threatening stark black- that stretches on and on for as far as I can see. Nowhere for me to run. Nowhere for me to hide. Just the blistering heat and an endless expanse of poisonous flowers that constantly remind me of what happened that day. I'm all alone. No one else stuck in this place.

My wounds have been renewed, a steady flow of pink dripping off of them and soaking into the dirt below. No matter how much blood I lose, I remain awake, aware, and conscious, and the pain hasn't faded at all. It hurts all over and I just want to collapse on the ground and fall asleep, never to wake up, but I can't do that. I have to keep moving on. I can't be weak. I'll find a way out.

A slight breeze tumbles through the field, ruffling the petals of the lilies and giving me a momentary release from the heat that's ever-beating down upon me and making me feel like I'm being cooked alive. The lilies aren't large enough to provide shade and there isn't anything else nearby that I've seen that could, either.

"Hey!"

I hear a voice behind me and turn around, grateful that maybe someone's here to save me and get me out of this lonely place. There's someone standing there, from the direction I came. He must have been following me. For how long? I didn't see or hear him before... maybe he saw the trail of blood or something.

He has dark blue hair, wide golden eyes with long lashes, and fair skin. He doesn't have any wounds on him like I do, which means that he must be somehow different from me in how he got here. He's pretty. I feel like I've seen him before somewhere, but I can't quite place it. He's wearing a white dress shirt and a pair of matching white pants, an outfit that feels out of place in this world of endless black and unbearably bright blue sky.

"H-hello?" I hate the stammer in my voice, and I hate how hoarse and strained it sounds. It feels like I haven't spoken to anyone in so long, and I guess there's no one here to talk to, anyways. The flowers don't exactly count.

"Hey." He looks just as confused as I was when I first found my way here.

"Are you stuck here, too?" I ask him. He shakes his head.

"No. At least, I don't think I am. I just got the feeling that somebody here needed my help."

"How did you get in? Do you know the way out?"

"No... I don't really know how I got in. I've been searching for something else for a long time, and I just found you."

"Then you can't help me. It doesn't change the fact that there's someone else here, now both of us are going to be blindly stumbling through this horrible place trying to find an exit. I'm just... so tired... " I bite my lip and clench my eyes shut, desperately trying to keep the tears in. I can't just break down in front of this guy. He might help me, I don't want him to think I'm scared or... weak...

Suddenly I feel warm all over, but not the same unbearable heat and pain the sun and wounds made me feel. Like a blanket on a cold, snowy night. It's a comforting kind of warm.

His arms are wrapped around me in a hug and I feel protected, safe, comfortable. My first instinct would be to push him away and laugh in his face. But for some reason, I don't wanna do that. But I just met him. Why is he helping me? He doesn't know me. He can't possibly care. This is just a trick, he's just doing this to make me think that he's my friend. He's gonna turn me away, just like almost everyone else.