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

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I HATE THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH IT'S LITERALLY MY LEAST FAVORITE AND I CRINGE EVERY TIME I READ IT IT'S SO BAD AND IT'S ME BEING A DUMBASS AND PROJECTING LIKE AN IDIOT, IT LITERALLY MAKES NO SENSE, PEOPLE'S DREAMS AREN'T THIS DAMN DETAILED AND THE EVIL ALTER EGO FEEDING INTO YOUR INSECURITIES IS SO OVERUSED AND CLICHE I MIGHT REWRITE THIS BUT IDK HOW TO MAKE IT GOOD 

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER JUST SKIP IT I'M LITERALLY BEGGING YOU YOU WILL CRINGE SO HARD

What is this place?

It's dark and cold all around me, and I can almost feel the shadows pressing against me from every side, all-surrounding, trying to get in. I'm ankle- deep in what feels like freezing cold water. When I look down, I can only see the faint outline of the rest of my body. Whatever this place is, it isn't right. I shouldn't be here.

All I remember is going to sleep. That must mean this is a dream, right? Again? Is this another nightmare? I don't like it here, and I wish it were easier for me to wake up. I don't know what to do. Something tells me it's not going to be very easy to leave.

"You should be ashamed of yourself." I hear a voice come from behind me. It cuts through the silence like a sword and gives me an incredible jolt of shock. It sounds familiar, incredibly so. I turn around to greet the source of the noise with wide eyes.

The reason it looks so familiar is because it's me. 

Well, it looks like me. Same hair. Same eyes. Same skin. Same body. Same everything, really. i don't know how I can see it so clearly against the darkness. It's shaking its head, its arms crossed across it's chest as if it's an angry parent staring at their misbehaving child.

"Who the hell are you? And what is this?" I glare at it.

"That isn't important at all. Jeez, you're so much dumber than I thought." It snaps. This thing, this thing that looks exactly like me, has the audacity to stand there and call me dumb?

"What do you want?" 

"I just want to talk to you. It's been bothering me, you know, all of this. Everything." It sighs. What is it even talking about? I don't even know what it is.

"What do you mean, it's been bothering you?"

"Do you really think he cares about you, Kokichi?" It asks suddenly. It doesn't give a name, but I know exactly who he's talking about, and the question hits me like a sucker punch to the face. I try not to let my shock and sudden dread show. I have to be strong, right? I am strong. I know I am.

"What the hell are you going on about?" I growl. It simply cracks a grin.

"He doesn't love you. No one does! How could anyone love someone like you? You spend all your time pushing them away," It suddenly starts walking towards me, it's footsteps sloshing in the water, and before I can stop it it places an icy hand on my shoulder. I shudder, but am unable to shove it off of me. "For nothing. You don't let a single person get close because you're afraid of them abandoning you. You know they're going to, though. I would say that you're going to die before you meet anyone that loves you, but that's a bit late, now isn't it?"

What is it even saying? I don't get what this is. He does love me. He said it himself! He isn't a liar like I am. This thing... it's a liar, too.

Right?

"I don't believe you. Stop lying to me!" I raise my voice, but it's unwavered. 

"How disappointing. I really thought you would be more accepting of the bitter truth. You never have been, though, so I guess that was a mistake on my part." It sighs. "He's lying to you. Just like everyone on this world who says that they care about you, because no one does. You're just beyond the point of loving."