A void of colourless light greeted me.
It spiraled and overlapped like waves along the coast.
It felt different then last time, more chaotic, more urgent, more real.
Screams called from different parts of my hollow mind. Cries and yells for help that seemed to be endless.
There were noises turning over and over. Sounds of metal scrapping on metal. A heartbeat that sounded like the cracking of thunder after the shot of lightning in the distance.
Shouts of voices and wailing of sirens.
The sensation of burning. The heat from a fire too close to your bare skin. Sizzling and crackling of colourless reds and yellow.
It filled my head.
Background noise of calming heartbeats. Sounding through the chaotic noise, skidding of tyres, and thumping of metal creaking and screeching and bellowing before it finally stills at the edge.
Two heartbeats stopped.
One kept beating. Slow and painful in the background.
In till it was only the sound of silence that filled my head.
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"The difference between breaking a vase and your heart is that you watch when a vase cracks, with your heart you feel when it smashes."
I felt like I was on a cloud.
My body was on autopilot as it moved towards the closest police station.
It was a chilly Sunday morning as we made are way forward.
Hizashi walked beside me, his hand in mine as we walked.
The only real thing in this world.
We walked towards the doors and I pushed it opened with my spare hand.
We both slowly walked up to the counter to where a lady sat behind a desk.
I noticed she was wearing too much eyeliner.
I let Hizashi do the talking.
I hadn't talked since Twist body was taken away.
Because it was only his body that was carted away and draped in white pristine cloth, it wasn't Twist, it was a husk that used to be.
Hizashi somehow managed a strain smile to the lady with too much eyeliner as he pulled me along towards the room where we'd be interviewed separately.
Hizashi knocked on the oak door.
A short "It's open," was called before Hizashi pushed open the door and walked in.
Tsukauchi's face greeted us.
He pushed one hand through his hair before gesturing toward the two chairs in front of his desk.
Underneath his eyes were darker bags than usual and when he talked there was a tiredness that crept into his voice that wasn't normally there.
He smiled a weak smile before talking.
"First off, I just want to say how sorry I am about what happened. It must have been very traumatic for you to witness." His voice held understanding as he talked.
The note falling from Twist's too still chest flashed behind my eyes.
"It was... But we'll get there..." It was Hizashi that spoke.
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