Aokigahara-Sea of Trees
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,199
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The forest is not mine, it just is. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibite
Sad girl
„My boyfriend, he killed himself in the forest. His body is still not found but I hope the officers will in the near future” then the petite young woman is showing a picture of better days to the man next to her.
A picture in which both of them look so happy, gone now the happiness. Only memories and tears remain.
The man next to her is not touching the photo, only nodding his head in aknowledgement before the evidence of a lost life is put back in the colorfull, stilish purse of the young woman.
“And everything because of the fear to loose his employment, he thought…he thought he would loose me too if he lost his work and …because you need money to live and even more when you have a girlfriend”
Her words stumbled all over with the teary smile in her face.
“He thought his parents would be ashamed..but…it nearly killed them when we found the message what he had done. Just because they may have been dissapointed for a while…” she is still stumbling over her words, or the words stumbling over the brave fake smile and the forced neutral voice. “…I mean, can you understand? I can not..he ..it was so egoistical. He thought it would be best to end his life and spare us the dissapointment and himself the break up with me…but…he could not have done anything worse.
She still is not openly crying, just so sad when they leave the bus,walking the street in silence with this beautiful view full of forestgreen. “I miss him” one could nearly fail to hear the words, so low they are spoken “Why did he kill himself? He killed our happiness, our future. And his parents, they are devasted”
“So why are you here?” not really interested but a kind spoken question by the young man at her side.
“I…maybe it sounds strange, but I think I will feel closer to him when I am here and maybe…” she stops walking, turning to the man and looking up, so much hope in her eyes “..maybe his spirit will…will give me a sign and ..i just …I want to find him”
“Yeah who knows. It sounds strange but people say that the forest is full of magic, maybe the spirits are with you.” The young man is still smiling, a bit at a loss for words “ Ok, I will meet my friends here. With a bit of luck you will find your friend, I will pray for you, ok?”
She seems happy about that, nodding and smiling, maybe the first real smile in a long time before their ways part. The young woman climbing down the trampeled path through the green, following the markings of garbage left and right and plastic bands at the trees.
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Later, when it is completely dark, the young woman is crouching near a body.
The sad look on her face it not the same as in the bus. It is the image of someone who has seen this too often.
She is itching to touch the body, lying on the deathbed of moss, slightly carding her fingers through the dark hair.
“It is so tyring…you know..when no one wants to listen and everyone thinks it would be different…you really think your family is not mourning your loss, that there was no other solution?”
Her head is sinking down, resting on her ribcage “Why do people always think it would be the best thing if they kill themselves?”
The young man who was with her in the bus is looking up to her, eyes glassy and loosing focus in the same equivalent as his blood is flowing to the ground.
“Now it would be my time to pray for you, would it not?” such an aerie voice, ageless or just too old for a human beeing to grasp it.
“Do you hear it? They are all here…everyone who died here and now you have to join them. There is no heaven for you, no happy afterlife…well..maybe later. We will see. That is something I do not know”
The black hair which is framing her face is growing in length, changing to a redish brown like old blood..not that one could tell the difference during such a dark night when even the moon does not want to show her face.
“Sleep, rest a bit before you have to wander, I will guard your sleep” and again the flute seems to materialise out of thin air, shimmering like polished bone.
Maybe he can see the shadows draw near, the bodyless spirits, now as he is so close to death.
The beeing which had been masked as a girl is not aknowledging them,knowing that they are drawn to the dying ones like moths to the flame.
Maybe he can hear them whisper.
Whispering bitter nothings.
Crying, whining, moaning
“Let him sleep, he will be with you fast enough” making a careless shooing gesture with a fine boned hand which is soon brushing over the flute, the fingers caressing the structure, luring the melody out of the instrument.
The mournful spheric sounds of the night.
A picture in which both of them look so happy, gone now the happiness. Only memories and tears remain.
The man next to her is not touching the photo, only nodding his head in aknowledgement before the evidence of a lost life is put back in the colorfull, stilish purse of the young woman.
“And everything because of the fear to loose his employment, he thought…he thought he would loose me too if he lost his work and …because you need money to live and even more when you have a girlfriend”
Her words stumbled all over with the teary smile in her face.
“He thought his parents would be ashamed..but…it nearly killed them when we found the message what he had done. Just because they may have been dissapointed for a while…” she is still stumbling over her words, or the words stumbling over the brave fake smile and the forced neutral voice. “…I mean, can you understand? I can not..he ..it was so egoistical. He thought it would be best to end his life and spare us the dissapointment and himself the break up with me…but…he could not have done anything worse.
She still is not openly crying, just so sad when they leave the bus,walking the street in silence with this beautiful view full of forestgreen. “I miss him” one could nearly fail to hear the words, so low they are spoken “Why did he kill himself? He killed our happiness, our future. And his parents, they are devasted”
“So why are you here?” not really interested but a kind spoken question by the young man at her side.
“I…maybe it sounds strange, but I think I will feel closer to him when I am here and maybe…” she stops walking, turning to the man and looking up, so much hope in her eyes “..maybe his spirit will…will give me a sign and ..i just …I want to find him”
“Yeah who knows. It sounds strange but people say that the forest is full of magic, maybe the spirits are with you.” The young man is still smiling, a bit at a loss for words “ Ok, I will meet my friends here. With a bit of luck you will find your friend, I will pray for you, ok?”
She seems happy about that, nodding and smiling, maybe the first real smile in a long time before their ways part. The young woman climbing down the trampeled path through the green, following the markings of garbage left and right and plastic bands at the trees.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Later, when it is completely dark, the young woman is crouching near a body.
The sad look on her face it not the same as in the bus. It is the image of someone who has seen this too often.
She is itching to touch the body, lying on the deathbed of moss, slightly carding her fingers through the dark hair.
“It is so tyring…you know..when no one wants to listen and everyone thinks it would be different…you really think your family is not mourning your loss, that there was no other solution?”
Her head is sinking down, resting on her ribcage “Why do people always think it would be the best thing if they kill themselves?”
The young man who was with her in the bus is looking up to her, eyes glassy and loosing focus in the same equivalent as his blood is flowing to the ground.
“Now it would be my time to pray for you, would it not?” such an aerie voice, ageless or just too old for a human beeing to grasp it.
“Do you hear it? They are all here…everyone who died here and now you have to join them. There is no heaven for you, no happy afterlife…well..maybe later. We will see. That is something I do not know”
The black hair which is framing her face is growing in length, changing to a redish brown like old blood..not that one could tell the difference during such a dark night when even the moon does not want to show her face.
“Sleep, rest a bit before you have to wander, I will guard your sleep” and again the flute seems to materialise out of thin air, shimmering like polished bone.
Maybe he can see the shadows draw near, the bodyless spirits, now as he is so close to death.
The beeing which had been masked as a girl is not aknowledging them,knowing that they are drawn to the dying ones like moths to the flame.
Maybe he can hear them whisper.
Whispering bitter nothings.
Crying, whining, moaning
“Let him sleep, he will be with you fast enough” making a careless shooing gesture with a fine boned hand which is soon brushing over the flute, the fingers caressing the structure, luring the melody out of the instrument.
The mournful spheric sounds of the night.