The Last Game [COMPLETED]

† Six †

This chapter is dedicated to:

Czyraax

For having me use her OC

Ai Kiraze

From

Teach Me How To Feel
Diabolik Lovers Fanfiction

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The secret side of me
I never let you see
I keep it caged
But I can't control it..

So stay away from me
The beast is ugly
I feel the rage
And I just can't hold it..

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"H-huh..??" My body felt heavy and somehow, I heard a strangely yet familiar voice singing one of my favorite rock songs, Monster by Skillet.

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It's cratching on the walls
In the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and
I can't control it..

Hidding under the bed
In my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come
And save me from this?

Make it end!!

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"Now that is weird" I thought as I finally able to will my eyes to open and wake up fully, meeting with a very unfamiliar dead white ceiling. That is until I realized I am actually aren't in my own room as the song continues.

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I feel it deep within
It's just beneath the skin!!
I must confest that
I feel like a monster!!

I hate what I've become
The nightmare just begun!!
I must confess that
I feel like a monster!!

I, I feel like a monster!!
I, I feel like a---

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"oh you're awake" a monotoned voice said, but I still kept my gaze forward. My mind is still spinning and I feel like I might throw up at any second after being awakened and drowned by the song.

"Yes I am and thank you for almost splitting up my brain while I am on the process of making my way back from the light" comes my snarky response but immediately changed when I realized what I just said "Well on second thought... You really do have a good voice"

".....Thank you even though I was almost on the edge of picking you up and throwing you out of a 25th storey window beside you" she said her eyes dark, making my face pale. Good thing I was able to make a cut there fast. I sighed and slowly stood up to a sitting position but suddenly, my head felt like it is being craked open.

"Urgh..." I groaned as I clutched my head to ease the pain but failed. The girl panicked----or not?? It's hard to see in her blank face----and helped me back down. I thanked her and she just nodded, sitting back on the bottom frame of the broken window and lifted her leg up to where she sat with her other leg dangled low.

She looked out of the broken window that failed to filter any sunlight and let the dead cold wind of the sunset come in. Her silver-white hair flow gracefully with the wind and though she has a blank face, her light blue eyes seems... lonely...