>•~Falling Upwards~•<

Chapter Twenty Two: Eyes Bigger than Your Stomach

A/N: ima try to make the chapters a little longer because the last few have been a bit pathetic :')

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Hungry,
Oh your are just so hungry —
Claws kneed out,
From the inside of your stomach,
To the outside,

You are at a party.
Foods are all around you,
They are meant to be taken.
So you saunter over,
To take your fill.

You grab the handle,
To spill it into your plate,
Again and again,
Over and over,
You spill —

Now your plate is overflowing,
You have taken too much,
And nothing is left for anyone else,
Who may have hunger for what,
You have taken.

However,
You cannot just put it back!
That would be...
Unsanitary;
Unhygienic,

Now you must,
Take your plate,
Sit down,
And eat, and continue to eat,
All of what you have taken.

After just a few bites,
You find your hunger,
Has gone!
Now what is there to do,
With all of this wasted food ?

You must keep eating,
From bite after bite,
You must not let it go to waste;
You must not make yourself a fool,
Now you feel sick,

However, you must,
Continue to eat.
Shovel in another bite,
Shove back your sickness,
You were hungry, weren't you?

Now you are not;
Now you are full.
Now, you have made yourself a fool,
In your desperate attempt,
Not to.

You double over,
Somehow there is so much left,
Have they been refilling it?
As they stare and laugh,
At your false gluttony.

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~C~

"I found it!"

I hear April call that out. I perk up. What did she find? It must be something important. Maybe a cool rock. Maybe another flower. I love flowers.

I trot over to where she is. She holds something in her hands. I have to squint to see what it is. It is dark outside. The world has calmed down for its nighttime rest. I enjoy a cool breeze that hisses through a gap in these broken walls.

I can't help but smile. We live in ruins. I should not be smiling; I should not be happy. Yet, every last bit of this place is so...
Beautiful.

The sky licks its blank sight down on the sands. There holds no stars in the sky. It is still bear. However, sometimes it must be better to look at the world through a darker lenses. Just to calm down the ever-burning heat which usually revenges its possessions for us all here.

I often find myself hating on the sun. Its so possessive, and burns down the world. At least, that is just my mere explanation for what has happened here. The sun grew upset because the world grew more distant from it, so it burned down everything so it could watch us for all eternity. Then in that process, it burns us down as well.

However, that may be wrong. What if that is not the case? I have never really been told what happened when everything went down. I just know that there used to be life, but now there is not. The rest was left for me to fill in with my ideas.

That must be how so much hate spreads. No one has learned the full story on a topic. They are just given a few words, and then are left to sink in their thoughts. It is often just easier to pick something to blame. That is what I have done. Now I can understand how and why others do this too.

Really, there can be multiple culprits, or just none at all. Sometimes the fault lies on no one. It is just a path the world took. Some enjoy blaming the Creator for why everything goes down. Again, just because it is easier, and it is a simple way to wrap up all of that loose hate on. Especially if it is not fully comprehended, or if rumors sparked by jealousy have already begun to pick away at it.

My eyes catch the sight of a small being off by where the door used to stand. — A Creator is not to blame. Some can ask: If they created this all, then why can they not stop the hate and pain? Well, just as what is in Their name, They are just a creator. They create only good, for once we were all good, and thats is what They do. It is as simple as that, and yet people love to run off with their own ideas.

I slowly begin to approach the little thing; it holds a strong gaze right at my eyes, it is a cat — The blame should be on us. We are imperfect; all of us are. We all strive for greatness. Some of us truly believe we are all that great and perfect, when we are not. We were given free choices. We could choose love, or we could choose hate. If we were all automated to immediately be good, then we would not be human.

I reach out my hand to pet it, when suddenly, as fast as it came it evaporates back. — That is where this all must come from. One person who had been full of malice, has begun a trail of pain. It affects many people, but some grow confused on why it is all allowed to happen. Then a cycle begins, and while the being who had started the train of fiery anger, most goes to someone they do not understand.

"C? Hello? C?" I hear that voice call out again. This is April.

Slowly I have been making my way up to her. She needs to learn patience. Did she not know I was having my main character moment? I was having very deep thoughts...

I scowl to myself. I notice that the gap between downstairs and upstairs has been filled by strong vines. How? When? I thought that basically everything had been destroyed, and those stairs were destroyed long before the rest of this old structure.

I gulp. Whatever. I quickly push myself up the stairs. There stands April. She holds her head up all high and mighty. Maybe she somehow grew some stairs back. That makes no sense, but nothing really makes sense. We all just roll on with our lives anyways and stumble through to find solutions.

There really is nothing here. The room is bare. There is no roof. It is just a continuation of the bottom floor. Except this floor is made of wood, and is all burnt out. I fear it will give out, and we will fall down. There were a lot of stairs, and we literally cannot take another injury amongst either of us.

A hand is waved over my face. "Hello? Ding dong, anyone in there — You didn't even hear what I said, now did you?"

I give another smile, "Hi,"

April scowls, because April loves scowling. April's full name is probably: April Scowl Scowler. Since that is just her signature, go-to move or action.

"Mhm, yeah hi to you too." She grumbles, and then shoves what she holds in my face. "Look at this you doorknob!"

It is a knife. A weapon. A way to protect ourselves. I look to the sky, 'Thank you, world,' I think in a main character-like way. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see April looking very confused.

A small beam of light reflects on it. There are no stars. They are all gone. That... That boy I used to know had once told me that they never even existed.

He lied. I look to the sky. There is one small star that lingers all of the way up there. It smiles brightly back down on me. I knew they existed. There had to be darkness for the light of a star to come through again. Maybe from someone's own death.

Not August though. I can't believe I remember his name. All of this time to forget him, and I just cannot. He, just him, always hurts. I am so good at forgetting, but at the same time I cannot even do that right.

"Come back to reality," Another hand waves over my face.

"Dang it, I was having another main character moment." I sigh loudly and dramatically. I love staring off at space and thinking such deep thoughts and not talking to anyone.

April scowls again. Ugh, stop scowling. That is not cool. "You would so not be a main character. You're a side character."

"No, we are all our own main character in our own eyes," I throw my great main character-ness at her. "Anyways where did you get the knife from?"

She points over at something all wrapped up. I gasp — Its a dead body. Why does she have this?

April lifts it up, and throws the body off of the balcony, "Okay, we got what we needed,"

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A/N: sorry if this is bad haha especially at the end i got rlly tired lol