I kept staring at the burning lamp in my dorm room. What was this lamp even doing there. The part about the Alchemy... let's not go over there. 'Haaa' after sighing and falling onto the bed I looked out and for some weird reason professor's words kept coming back to me. 'The weather is quite dark, isn't it?' what's that even supposed to mean. Should I even care? The lamp was burning low and slowly it flickered and died. I thought it'd bring me relief to know that it wasn't alchemy. It wasn't supposed to die out or maybe it is. Doubt stayed like a plague yet for some reason I think it doesn't even matter. It was dark. The ceiling is dark, the sky outside is pitch black, and the weather sure is dark as well. Staring at the ceiling in dark doesn't do many favors for one but it sure is peaceful. My thoughts strayed again...I opened my eyes. Why am I sleeping like this in bed? I stood up washed my face. Then sat on the chair near the window looking out into the sky.
My thoughts feels blurry. Did something happen? I give out a small bitter laugh. Something I'm so used to. I can't remember. Or maybe I do but I can't remember certain things. The usual happens and the darkness pluges in. Screams of help, I can hear. What was that? Nothing unusual must be this fucked up world ' ocean of people and not even a drop of humanity ' going along with it's natural crimes. Still why does that feel like a memory. Did someone die in front of me? The weather is dark. I don't get it, I really don't but it stays in my mind and my life goes dark again.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I?
Can I just die now? When will I die?
What is death? Why do I want to die?