Post by Alexander Root on Dec 18, 2015 2:14:27 GMT -5
nobody ever made you dig deeper
All the lights were off in the room. Root was sitting in a clean corner, hugging his legs into himself. It was killing him. Not knowing. Not knowing for a fact if that video was real or not. Of course, now it was a bit of a blur, but the look on her face was as clear as anything. Root hoped the darkness would block it out, but it was getting worse. He ran a hand through his hair pulling at the ends. He needed to know. He needed to know everything. He couldn’t not know something that someone else knew. He had to know everything. His mother would be disappointed in him, but he couldn’t let it go. It was a compulsion, an addiction to knowledge, and he was going through the withdrawals. He knew he needed to just let it go, to let her exist and not exist at the same time, but it was so hard. The darkness made him paralyzed with suffering. He needed to snap out of it.
Energy is mass and mass is energy. Black holes were massive amounts of matter in small spaces. Her face was covered with blood and bruised everywhere, the life draining from her eyes. The four fundamental forces were all combined as one. The universe was maybe made of strings in the smallest level existing in eleven different dimensions as opposed to the four perceived dimensions. The white poodle was no longer white, but soaked with blood from itself and her nearby, body broken and obviously had suffered. Marks made for torture, cuts all over their bodies, their faces, blood streaming everywhere.
Root slammed a fist on the ground, connecting with the floor below. ’Alex. Come on, get up. It’s okay. It’s okay if I’m gone. It’s okay if I’m still alive. It doesn’t matter what the answer is, because what is important is that you carry on, just like Mom said. Even without me, you can still fight for me.’ He could practically hear her telling him these words, and almost could picture her smiling in front of him, a light in the darkness in his room, offering a hand to him. Root took a deep breath and accepted the imaginary hand and stood up. He followed the vision to the light and turned on the light, the girl disappearing as the light emerged.
Root knew he had to continue on. He had to keep going. He had to fight as if she were still alive, no matter the case, and he couldn’t allow himself to fall into despair, or he’d lose her no matter what the case was, he’d lose her respect, her pride in him, her devotion, her love, even if she herself would assure him he could never lose that. Even if she were alive, he’d want to make her proud, that her life wasn’t wasted on him. Root looked at his wall of papers, and smiled running a hand through his hair, renewed on his purpose and made his way out of his room.
He made his way to the magical castle’s main room where the dead girl lay. Not many would choose to hang out here, and so it would be the safest place for him to do what he wanted to do. “Monokuma. I would like a word with you.” Hopefully the bear could hear, but from the abundant cameras around, Root was fairly certain the bear would be able to hear him.
Energy is mass and mass is energy. Black holes were massive amounts of matter in small spaces. Her face was covered with blood and bruised everywhere, the life draining from her eyes. The four fundamental forces were all combined as one. The universe was maybe made of strings in the smallest level existing in eleven different dimensions as opposed to the four perceived dimensions. The white poodle was no longer white, but soaked with blood from itself and her nearby, body broken and obviously had suffered. Marks made for torture, cuts all over their bodies, their faces, blood streaming everywhere.
Root slammed a fist on the ground, connecting with the floor below. ’Alex. Come on, get up. It’s okay. It’s okay if I’m gone. It’s okay if I’m still alive. It doesn’t matter what the answer is, because what is important is that you carry on, just like Mom said. Even without me, you can still fight for me.’ He could practically hear her telling him these words, and almost could picture her smiling in front of him, a light in the darkness in his room, offering a hand to him. Root took a deep breath and accepted the imaginary hand and stood up. He followed the vision to the light and turned on the light, the girl disappearing as the light emerged.
Root knew he had to continue on. He had to keep going. He had to fight as if she were still alive, no matter the case, and he couldn’t allow himself to fall into despair, or he’d lose her no matter what the case was, he’d lose her respect, her pride in him, her devotion, her love, even if she herself would assure him he could never lose that. Even if she were alive, he’d want to make her proud, that her life wasn’t wasted on him. Root looked at his wall of papers, and smiled running a hand through his hair, renewed on his purpose and made his way out of his room.
He made his way to the magical castle’s main room where the dead girl lay. Not many would choose to hang out here, and so it would be the safest place for him to do what he wanted to do. “Monokuma. I would like a word with you.” Hopefully the bear could hear, but from the abundant cameras around, Root was fairly certain the bear would be able to hear him.
Monokuma ✰ ― 581 words ― So, the title: Think of Schrödinger's Cat.
