I have always been curious about what sadness feels like. Those around me cry when they lose something they love. Though I know that is not the only reason people cry, it is the main reason for most tears. Yet here I am, standing over my own sister’s grave in the pouring rain, unable to shed a single tear. Every day on her birthday I come down to the cemetery to wish her a happy birthday. Though she can no longer age or hear me I still enjoy saying it to her. Now the question is who do I truly blame for my sister's death? I would say my parents but they ended up dying before she was even able to meet them. I guess the only other person to blame is myself. Ironic isn't it? Someone is always to blame for the tragedies that happen in life. But it's either my fault or my parent's fault. All I want is to feel sad just once, I didn’t even get to have that luxury when I was a kid and I still don't have it even now. The more hurt I go through the more I become numb to it all. Not long ago I lost the ability to get angry at others.
Most people might not see this as me being numb, but due to me losing my anger as well, I am unable to hold a grudge against someone and I forgive them instantly. That might seem like a very kind heart, but in reality, I just really don't want to dwell on something that I can't even feel in the first place. Anyway, enough about that. It's time to go back to work so I don't get found out that I left without permission. Where I work their idols have to be constantly monitored. The only time they aren’t monitored is when it has something to do with family. The more popular you are the less privacy you have within both your job and personal life. You are simply overworked until you collapse on stage. Though I hate to admit it, I have collapsed on stage before. I had very little to eat over the past month not to mention the fact I was severely sleep-deprived while I was on tour.
As a result of my poor health during the tour, I ended up collapsing on stage while I was singing one of my songs in front of thousands of people. The entire concert had to get canceled after that. People were outraged that not only did they drive all that way to show up to my concert but because the company I was under constantly overworked me. My fans could even tell that within my daily Livestreams, I was being overworked. Staying up until 2 or 3 in the morning to get something done even later if I had a lot of things to do. Overall, I would get less than an hour of sleep every night. Anyways moving on from that let's talk about my condition.
This illness can be deadly however, it is one of those illnesses that are rather unpredictable. You will have no idea when it decides to kill you. It could be at birth, in your sleep, or even right now. No matter how you look at it, death is just around the corner. With the illness I have, it's following you like a lost puppy. The only problem is that the puppy will kill its owner without a second thought. The words second chances, hesitation, and even Mercy are not in the dictionary. Physical emotional execution is what my disease is called. There is no cure for it, the person who has it, is destined to die from it at some point. However, doctors have found a solution to this illness though it isn’t exactly a good one. The only way to stop the illness from getting any worse is finding the one the person loves the most. It cannot be a family love nor a friend love at that, it has to be a romantic love, this special person is what we call an acolyte.
An acolyte is a very special person within a nirigamo’s life. The nirigamo is always on the verge of death due to the illness, but when an acolyte shows up within their life, they regain all the emotions and senses they had lost before. The Nirigamo, finally gets to be a normal person. Death no longer lurks over their head at any given point when they are around their acolyte. When their acolyte is gone or nowhere near them, death will lurk over them once more. If the nirigamo and the acolyte are separated for a long period of time the nirigamo will go insane. If that happens then the nirigamo will have to be killed or locked up and isolated. The longest that a nirigamo has been away from their acolyte without going insane was half a year.
The only reason as to why this man lasted so long without his acolyte, was because he would hum a song their acolyte would sing to them to help him sleep. Just like one of my sister's favorite nursery rhymes, the song was short yet simple, even easy to remember. This made me smile. as I started to twirl my black umbrella, as I walked through the heavy rain, on my way back to the agency. I started to sing quietly.
“London bridges falling down, falling down, falling down, London bridges falling down my fair lady.” I repeated this song over and over again as I walked back. People stared at me like I was crazy and I actually know why they did.
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Recently there is a killer going around singing London bridges to their victims before they die. He appeared a week before my sister died and has been killing ever since. This person has made it really hard for me to hold any concerts, mainly because people are too scared to go out. This guy is mostly in alleyways and hangs his victims up like they are puppets. I really don’t wanna think about that anymore. I sigh heavily. As soon as I arrived at my agency and walked through the door I got shot. I did nothing as I stood there and took the bullet out. My hands were covered in my own blood as the wound continued to bleed.
“Kids these days honestly. Don’t you know better not to play with guns? Here, hand it over.” I sighed as I held out my hand.
“It’s really you.. Lumiere.” He looked at me in disbelief as I raised my eyebrow.
“Of course it’s me. You came to my job, killed my co-workers, held my co-workers hostage, and even pissed me off, How in the ever loving fuck did you not think I would show up?” I stood there gritting my teeth with me clenching my black umbrella in my hand. Everything that I just said was true besides the fact of me being pissed off.
The boy then dropped one of my managers and stood up as he then snapped. After he did that a group of people appeared on all sides of me. I stood there and did nothing as I continued to twirl my umbrella. My eyes became dead as I was not even smiling one bit. No sense of amusement appeared on my face, no sense of fear appeared either. This scared everyone as I just stood there like I was a standing corpse holding an umbrella.
“I’ll only ask you this once young man, what purpose did you and the black market serve by barging into my agency and killing everyone here?” I glared down at him as he stood there smirking, as well as sweating like crazy.
“The black market wanted you dead. They said we could do whatever we wanted to draw you out. So when we found out you had a sister, we hired someone you trusted deeply to send you that information. Not only that but you took her away from that hospital without a second thought. Your dear sister was already on her deathbed, you just sped up the process by taking her away from there and removing those tubes. I should’ve told the person we hired that those tubes were the only thing keeping her alive. Oh well, there isn’t any point in telling you all this anyways because you’ll meet her very soon.” The boy smirked and shot me over and over again.
his signaled all the other people which distracted them so much they didn’t even realize I wasn’t standing where I was originally. This is annoying, why did it have to be like this? I hate playing the bad guy in situations like this. I stood there in the shadows scratching my black hair. Ah fuck it. It’s been awhile since I let off some steam. Let's show these little rookies how it’s done. The London bridge killer has his own version of the song, so let’s replicate that and teach these bastards a lesson. I then grabbed my black leather gloves, and a black cloth face mask. I then sat on the bench playing with a butterfly knife waiting. Once they realized they have been shooting the entire time they started to look around
“Shit where the hell did he go?” One guy said as he clicked his tongue out of annoyance.
“Hey guys, who is that? I thought we killed everyone besides Lumiere?” One guy said as he pointed at me.
“You idiot! That is Lumiere! Shot his ass! Ack!” Right when he finished speaking I grabbed him by his throat and threw him into the wall.
When I did that it set off all the other people as they started shooting at me. I quickly grabbed two of my managers dead bodies and used them as shields, until eventually I threw the bodies at a group of the guys. The impact of body hitting them made them drop their guns, as I soon slid on the ground dodging the bullets I grabbed two of the guys guns, and started shooting at the group that was still standing. Before I was able to shoot the last guy I felt a sudden pain in my ankle. I then fell onto my knees as I looked back. One of the guys who I threw the body at cut my ankle open. I clicked my tongue and shot the guy, as well as the rest of the group. Bang! A gun went off as my head was turned. I quickly reach my hand out and catch the bullet.
I dropped it and my hand was bleeding since the bullet broke the skin. Dammit I haven’t fought in years. This is such a pain I’m so rusty when it comes to fighting. As soon as I thought that another guy came up to me and slit my throat, I then shot him and quickly got up holding my throat. I can’t keep this up much longer. I’ll die of blood loss from my throat if I don’t do something soon. I then looked over and saw an emergency button. Since the guys ran out of ammo they switched to a melee weapon. As I then dropped the gun and bolted towards the button as I dodged their attacks, but not all of them as quite a few ended up landing on me. Once I reached the button I broke the glass with my hand and pushed it.
That alarm made those brats panic as they fled the scene. If I could laugh right now I would. Eventually I passed out from the blood loss and I was like that for what felt like forever. Eventually, I was suddenly very cold, so I moved and it felt like I was sitting in a chair. I then opened my eyes and I was unable to see which made me click my tongue out of annoyance. However, it was very clear that I wasn’t in no hospital, so where the hell am I?