Open Your Eyes (alt ending)
ily @dickouija i wrote a better ending just for you, dont block me with a brick wall please
You currently reside in a white room, a nineteen year old boy oddly bored. This causes you to sigh quietly, staring out your bedroom window as you sit on the window sill. The light hits you and creates a long shadow on your bare floor while the curtains, pulled back, fly either side of you. You hum a tune as the world goes by without you, people hurrying through the streets of London.
For some reason, the orange sky causes a tug in your chest. You ignore it and look toward your broken laptop. You haven’t needed it since… Well ever. You actually can’t remember much, seeing as you hit your head the other day. But who needs hospitals. Certainly not you.
Your walls seem plain. You were sure that you would have posters of some kind, but there is nothing. The entire room is quite boring and it is a little unsettling. Perhaps you can decorate it with some movie posters? The idea makes you smile for a moment before you frown. It doesn’t seem too good anymore.
You look down at your phone, reopening the same app. You have been doing this since you can remember, staring at the empty screen. There is something you are supposed to be waiting for, but you aren’t too sure what it is. You bring your knees closer to your chest as you restart your phone to check the app again. And again. And again, until you realise that the only light is the white coming from your phone, and the orange is gone.
This happens a lot. Every time, actually, and each time you find yourself crying. A few tears roll down your cheeks and your hand bumps your glasses as you attempt to wipe your eyes. Shaking, you try to move, but find you can not. You look towards your bed to see it untouched, as if no one has slept in it a very long time. Everything in your room looks neglected, actually.
Again, you make an attempt to move off the window sill, but it is as if you are drawn to the dark. You switch off your phone and hug your legs, chin on your knees while you stare up at the blinking stars. Except it seems there is no stars tonight. The city lights aren’t on either, which causes you to feel uneasy.
You shut the window and rest your head against it. You close your eyes for a few moments until you feel as if you need to open them again. As if something is watching you.
Your eyes snap open and a high pitched sound escapes your throat as you see eyes staring back at you that are not yours. They are full of sadness and longing. Your stomach churns and you fall back, shuffling back away from the window sill with your eyes closed tightly. When they open again, orange writing is all over the wall. You remember towers crumbling and swords clashing. You remember different coloured blood and creatures in black destroying a golden and purple world. You remember all of it all at once, all the death and regeneration, all the blood and glory, all the places. It makes you even more upset and now you want to scream and run but you can’t move. You’re stuck. You're trapped in a place that is no longer yours.
You close your eyes once more and block your ears, singing a tune to yourself once again. It is as if there is a drum pounding inside your head. It gets louder and louder until you scream and have no other choice to open your eyes and–
There’s nothing. Nothing but dust and it confuses you for a moment, until you see a figure standing in the distance. You sit up, holding your head. He must of sensed the movement, because he turns. There’s darkness for a few moments and you realise you’ve closed your eyes again due to the pounding headache.
You nearly squeal when they open again, but you stop yourself when you see the sunset eyes that are close to yours and the bright smile that stops the shaking.
He pretends that everything is okay and touches your cheek gently to make sure that you are okay. You are, kind of. You aren't sure where you are, and he doesn't tell you. He ignores the havoc that is occurring only ten feet away while he says apologies under his breath, until he can no longer ignore it. He flinches when there is a crash and suddenly your ears tune into everything, not just his voice. You are suddenly aware of the yelling and clashing, of the screaming and bangs. It causes more uneasiness and you look up at him for an explanation, which he does not comply with. Instead, he picks you up and it is then that you notice the blood on his shirt, and the blood on your own. It confuses you but you have no choice but to ignore it as he begins walking away with you.
As you walk, you recognise the hills. The burnt grass disappears and is replaced with green with two figures standing back to back. One is holding a sword while the other is holding guns. They are only connected by their backs and elbows touching. You blink before you can see what they are scared of, causing them to leave and the dead hills to return. You frown. That was weird.
The orange-eyed boy holds on tighter as the noises become more distanced, and you find yourself suddenly filled with anxiety. You're too tired to think about it though. This causes you to close your eyes and sigh quietly, with the other speaking to you. You can't hear him. It is as if he is talking to you down an echoing hall, and it only lulls you into sleep faster.
You open your eyes, vision blurred at first. When the fog clears, you find you are staring at your ceiling. You sit up and look over at the window before you stand, mind hazy. You're shaking and you don't know why, but your head hurts as if someone is screaming in your ear.
At first, you feel like you are forgetting something, but you quickly become distracted when your eyes wander to the window.
