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aria0fgold · 1 year ago
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Whumptober day 3 prompt: "Make it stop."
Character: Sunny (OMORI)
Sunny stood by the door of his room, it looked a little more spacious than before now that the second bed was removed. He hated it. Another reminder of that incident, another reminder that his sister is gone and will never come back anymore, another reminder that it was all his fault.
It was all his fault for not being good enough, all his fault for being such a bad person to throw the violin gifted to him by his friends, all his fault for arguing with Mari, all his fault for pushing her away. It was all his fault, he was the only one to blame for everyone's pain. He hated it.
Sunny walked over to his bed, Mari's bed. Right, he and Mari switched beds because she couldn't sleep well in it, so this is Mari's bed, and his bed, was the one thrown out. In the end, this is still Mari's room too. She isn't completely gone, she'll return, she'll open the door and greet him with a smile just like she always had, she'll cuddle with Sunny to sleep now that there's only one bed.
Because the second bed was thrown out, because Mari is… gone…
Mari is gone, she's gone, she's gone, she won't ever come back and it's all my fault, she's gone, she's gone, it's all my fault, make it stop, make it stop, she's gone, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, make it stop—
Sunny clutched his head, tugging at his hair so tightly that his scalp began to hurt. He closed his eyes shut, bit his lip it began to bleed. He hated it, he hated it, it was all his fault, he hated it. Make it it stop, please make it stop, please—
“Sunny!” A shrill cry suddenly resounded behind him, followed with rushed footsteps.
His mom grabbed his hands, pulling it away from his head and hugging him close, cradling him against her chest. She held him tightly yet oh so gently, as if he was a piece of glass, as if he'd just shatter the moment she let go.
“Shh… shh… it's okay, it's okay. It'll be okay, honey…” She spoke softly, trying her best to comfort him yet her trembling voice betrayed her calming words, as if she was holding back tears threatening to fall.
Sunny wrapped his arms around her, gripping the back of her shirt like a lifeline and burying his face on her chest as stifled sobs can be heard.
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