"Your Dark Soul " By Cristina S

Do you ever get that feeling that you don’t want to exist anymore? You wonder if anyone would care if you left this world, you wonder if your existence even matters to anyone. If the person you love the most leaves this world, you want to leave too. I’ve felt this hollow feeling in my chest ever since he left me. Not leave me in a romantic sense, but in a…death way, you can say.

I’m not really sure if he actually did die, to be honest. Hell, I’m not even sure if he was ever alive. Ever since I was young, I’ve had these weird hallucinations, but none were as real as him. I couldn’t touch him, and he couldn’t touch me, but somehow, I heard this voice in my head, and I knew it was his. I named him Kuro, which means black in Japanese. He reminded me of the nights that were pitch black and soundless, the type of darkness that obscures your sight to the point where you can’t even see your own hand in front of your face.

Despite his dark name, Kuro was anything besides dark in appearance and personality. Pale, with silver hair and yellow eyes, and a smile that could light up anyone’s day. Not that anyone but me could see him, but if they could…damn. In a way, I wished people besides me could have seen him, just so that the world knew that the perfect guy every girl and even some guys would have killed for was mine. At the same time I was glad no one could see him. That perfection was meant for me and me alone.

I can feel the tears in my eyes again.  Nobody could quite understand how much my ‘invisible friend’ meant to me, and no one ever would. Especially now that Kuro is gone; everyone just sees me becoming snappish and depressed and a crybaby… I don’t even know how he disappeared!   I just woke up one morning, opened my eyes and expected him to be right in front of my face like he always was when I awoke.  But he wasn’t there. He never reappeared.

The feeling of hollowness just grows the more I think about it, and my tears are falling like the freaking Niagara Falls. I drag myself over to my bathroom mirror and grimace once I see how much of a disaster I look. If I were to describe it, you’d probably scream. Let’s just say that I look like the epitome of a dead man. I feel like it too.

There is an abrupt presence behind me, and a warm arm wrapped around my waist. I tense, but something was different with this touch. It feels…safe. I do a half turn and my eyes widened. It was Kuro, real and alive.

“Come away with me, Taro. You do want to stay with me, don’t you?” Kuro says, a hand extended towards my person and his yellow eyes shining.

“Forever,” I nod, and then I see nothing but the darkness I described earlier. I was right in naming him Kuro.