I have all my writing in a big 1note lol. this mainly is Pink and Blue writting -- A normal day, meadows shining swaying in the wind, the sky filled with stars. Many would say it’s a beautiful place, the view never faltering. Such a beautiful place gone to waste… A star broken out of orbit… "…Hey Pink?" Blue and Pink sat laying in the fields "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Blue looked over at Pink, "That's a dumb question," Pink laughed a little "I'm going to be a guard, like Miska. We both are." Blue looked at the sky, Pink did to. "Okay, your right… What about, what do you think the future will be like?" Blue asked, "hm…" Pink thought… it was quiet, nice, calming. "I dunno, no one really does. I guess we'll see." Pink smiled, closing her eyes and breathing in the cold air, it was fall chilly but prettier than ever. Pink suddenly sat up looking down at Blue with a grin "…We'll be rich and be guard but like the best guards! And we will have a ship and 200 roei's!!!" She said jokingly, Blue laughed also sitting up, "Yea and we are but I do have one problem…" Blue responded, Pink looked at her confused "why would we have 200 roei's, when we could have a million!" Blue and Pink laughed. Some topic that people don't want to talk about, people avoid them. Jokes, another question, changing the topic… do you ever notice, did you ever notice? The difference of a ',' in a sentence, the tone of their voice and their body language. Do you notice but don't want to believe it, do you wonder what they don't want to talk about, what don't they want to talk about? Pink took a breath, tired of laughing, "…Blue, could I ask you something?" Pinks tone more serious and curious. The grass was still but you could still hear it twisting in the wind, rustling. small animals and bugs running around in it, breaking the silence with their little chirps of sounds. Blue fell back, laying onto the grass some of it springing back up "Yea, what's up?" Blue glanced over but their gaze didn't last "…The sky?" Pink said joking but her tone what still cold, "You know what I mean, somethings on you mind?" Blue asked, the stars started to set… "Do, you…" Pink paused, as she was about to speak their father called out to them "Kids! Come in, its dinner time!" he shouted, Pink stood up holding out a hand for Blue, they took it and got up "What about your question?" Pink had already started walking, she looked back at Blue "It's not that important, I can ask you later, okay?" she stated, she was nervous about it and Blue knew but Blue nodded not paying much attention to it, "Now let's go! I'm hungry!" Pink started walking again, towards the house and Blue caught up.
Mom laid on the bed, me and blue held her hand. Father stood behind us… I knew he wasn't looking at her. She hadn't been in the best health lately, father use to say it was just a cold… but he stopped lying to us after a while, we both could understand he was just trying to protect us. She didn't have a large chance of survival but we had hopes and each other and that was enough to keep us going. She finally spoke, it had been so long since I had heard her voice because we wouldn't visit her… because we were scared. Her voice was raspy, like a broken violin that tried to be played once more… "Pink… Blue, grow up to be good people… stick together, stick to reality. Love…. Is the most important thing, don't lose it." she squeezed my hand and Blue's. I didn't notice but I was crying. Mom was… so kind, why did god do this, she didn't deserve this… why… Then, her breath stopped, her eyes deadening losing their spark she once had. It went quiet, "Eeriean?" father sounded panicked, he rushed towards her side looking at her motionless body then checked her pulse. The room was silent once more, I couldn't take my eyes off the floor. What about Miska…? How are we going to tell her. Is it ever going to be the same without mom? My mind was racing, I wanted to just calm it, stop thinking, forget her, forget everything that's happened today and just restart. My hand fell from moms but Blue stopped it from going to my side gripping it tightly. Father left the room, I could hear his sobbing, never ending tears. That day was full of grief and sorrow. Same with the next following days, only with more and more silence. Me and Blue would sit outside in the fields… whispering, laughing, talking with confidence of what'd happen next, without fear to silence, not a word spoken except the sound of the grass in the wind. I couldn't keep these miserable days going, "Hey Blue..?" I looked towards her, "Are we going to be okay?" I ask this question just to make sure… I don't want to lose her… "I… I think so." Blue answered… it was reassuring to hear her voice and yet for some reason… it hurt so much… I don't want to lose her. I remember her saying whenever I'd feel bad '….Don't be worried. It will be all right' but right now I miss her so much and she… she isn't here to say it, why would I be alright when she isn't here. It's all my fault…….. Isn't it..? --- I didn't mean to, I'm not a murderer… I'm innocent, I'm innocent. Anyone would've done the same, I knew what was going to happen, I knew the only chance of survival, it wasn't selfish… anyone would've done it, it was me or her, I needed to live and the other one… that wasn't even me, no blood is on my hands… no one has been killed by me, died by me… maybe, some have died…because of me, but not directly. A shot, heard from miles around… piercing anyone's ears near my hands shaking as I dropped the gun, the body… of a child, a child in front of me. A child that thought I was their friend, their family… I'm nothing, I'm a fool, liar and now… I'm a murderer. Her blood staining the grass, when did I pick up the gun, where did I get it… all I remember before she was lying there was me… holding the gun. Cake runs towards her as she falls… screaming her name, others draw attention faces full of fear, dread… panic, it only makes me think of more things I don't want to think of, I didn't mean to… I'm innocent. I'm not a murderer I say but deep in my mind, hidden away I hear that voice 'murderer', 'your fault' 'what have you done' and I hate it… I hate it so much, make it stop… I'm not… I didn't mean to, I didn't want there, I never wanted any of this…. I'm a terrible person. I breath and I breath, everything just seems like it's getting tighter and tighter… make it stop… make it stop, I fall to the ground onto my knees… everyone's looking at me… everyone, everything… make it stop, breath, breath… no matter how much I breath it just seems to be getting worse, everything just keeps getting worse, I thought I could fix it, why couldn't I fix it, why did I have to… why, I can't see anything, I hear their voices but it sounds like they are so far away… I'm so alone, maybe it'd be better like this, I just keep causing others pain… I don't do any good to anyone.
