May 20 2009
LEAVING THIS WORLD
I hate this world.
I absolutely despise it.
Tell me, what is the point of going to school and work everyday with these mindlessly brainwashed kids,
stupid fools who just are all the same and coming home to a house that is just….the same as everyone else.
I hate it.
I hate it.
My name is Elle, and I am currently just… at loss of words at how upset I am at the rest of the world.
“I just, I just wish I could get away.”
I say that, everyday, obsessing over things that aren’t real and just sad, sad day dreams about all the things
I love, like….just lots of anime and fandom. I know people say it’s not real and that I’m sick and of course my parents don’t understand it…but, it’s okay. I know I love it anyways.
I get home from work, and go back into my room and log on to my messaging system.
Vivienne was online already, and I’m still wondering how she beats me to it everyday when she leaves school after I do.
“Hey”
I message her.
I’ve already decided that I’m going to put off most of my homework until after 1AM (I get to it every night,
so who cares? I don’t need to sleep) and so I will chat with Vivienne until well…whenever.
She usually needs to sleep way earlier, so I’m usually flexible with her.
“Hey Elle, you won’t believe this.”
“What?”
What could it be?
Vivienne…is an interesting one.
She doesn’t care about anything around her and is messed up to the point where she takes classes alone at
school. Again, I think she only gets away with it because she has an IQ of near 200, but again she
usually has no fluctuation in her life and nothing is ever, ever, new.
“I found this thing online. I think we can leave forever.”
Uh oh.
Not another one of those suicide things, no?
Every few months, she always asks me to kill herself with her.
“I’m not killing myself or helping you kill yourself.”
Silence for two seconds and then messenger shows that Vivienne was typing.
“No, silly. We’re going into the second dimension.”
“The second dimension?”
“Yes the second dimension. We’re taking over anime and manga.”
“WHAT?”
Does she mean that we’re going into the publishers, or…..what exactly does she mean by that?
“We’re going into the world of the second dimension. Here, click on this link, and register, and then just…let’s see what happens.”
“THIS IS SUCH A FAKE.”
I can’t believe someone like her believes in such crap….like, going into the world of anime?
You HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME. That’s like, impossible. You can’t just fall into a, well, ….. fake world.
“Okay, ready? Did you do it?”
“I’m not doing it. It has to be some kind of spam.”
“Just try it with me, okay? Hurry, I just really want to try it out!”
“Fine.”
So okay….My name, my height, weight, eye color….it looks like a form for a drivers license…..and okay, last question is…….my wishes…..wishes?
“What are these wishes things?”
“You’re supposed to enter what world you want to fall into.”
“Oh. What did you put?”
“D. gray-man. DUH!”
“oh.”
Of course….
“Well, you could put in something else, but, well….do you want to come with me?”
“Fine.”
It’s not like it’s going to work. Whatever.
Okay, so I input it into the wishes….. and….
“Now what?”
a new page loads……
……………………………………..
WELCOME, WELCOME, WELCOME, WELCOME
________________
I’m getting drowsy….and it’s only 8PM….
“Vivienne?”
No response from the messenger….
Damn it…..
I can’t keep my eyes open…….
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“Ow…..”
What is going on…..it’s cold, and I am……..ON THE GROUND?
Where am I?
and, what the HELL IS GOING ON?
Vivienne is….. oh my god, on the ground next to me and
“Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing here?”
…………oh my god. It’s Kanda.
in his jacket.
meaning that.
we
are
IN THE WORLD OF D. GRAY-MAN!?
I must be dreaming
“Vivienne! Vivienne!!!! Wake the hell up, I think it worked, I think it”
“PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN AND SHUT THE HELL UP IF YOU DON’T WANT TO DIE.”
…….. a blade, mugen, to be more specific, directly in my face as Vivienne mumbles.
I can’t say anything at this point, and Vivienne is NOT WAKING UP AT SUCH A CRUCIAL TIME LIKE THIS.
This has got to be a dream…. this has got to be a dream…..
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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