Everything Is Going To Be Okay

Everything Is Going To Be Okay

Characters by Omocat

Major spoilers for OMORI

This story includes violence, suicide and death

Written by Redjasper

Snap.

The wall was a light beige with the typical grayish flower design splattered all around it. The wall was overcome by a black haze from the incoming night. He could hear commotion from the other side of the wall. And then there was a bang. And a very loud and annoyed groan.

Snap.

The stairs were a dark brown, leading up to the second floor. On the beige floor was a shattered violin. It had seen better days, and it seemed like someone had thrown the violin down the stairs. He could hear conflict from above.

Snap.

Standing atop the stairway was a teenage girl with long, wavy black hair. She was wearing a white gown with gray pants underneath, and she had an annoyed expression while she looked down upon her brother. On the right side of the stairway was a boy with short black hair and a black vest. He was wearing beige shorts and was staring down at the ground. He shuffled to the stairs, but his sister noticed.

Snap.

The sister suddenly blocked her brother and yelled at him to not leave. The brother tried struggling to escape her view. He placed his hands on her torso.

Snap.

The girl tumbled down the stairs, each step she hit a bang would erupt. Her screams were so loud that anyone nearby her house would burst into the house. The brother was illuminated by a streak of bright white light as his face revealed terror and disbelief. The cameraman was in both awe and fear. Her screams quieted down, as the cameraman approached the body.

Snap.

She was not moving, not screaming. She was not cursing under her breath, she had no breath at all. Her body was covered in bruises, like garbage littered in an ocean. But this was an ocean that was filled with his friend. He could hear footsteps from the stairs as the cameraman looked up.

Snap.

“..Oh my god.”

The brother was climbing down the stairs and began inspecting his sister’s rapidly-decomposing body. He still had that disbelief on his face, like he couldn’t process what exactly happened. The same could be said for the cameraman, who instead had fear in his eyes. The cameraman shuffled closer to the body’s face.

Snap.

There was pain in her eyes. Her last moments had been spent pressuring her brother, and in turn ended in her demise. But at the same time she seemed very calm, her mouth was closed and in a frowning position. But the cameraman could not see the expression for any longer, as she slumped up to something similar to a sitting position and was being dragged upward.

Snap.

Her gown had tears and spots of red crimson liquid. He had seen the crimson before, when he had tripped while walking in the forest. It seemed sticky at first, but it was smooth and tasted off. He was told it was called blood, and he thought that you could only bleed so much. The brother was carrying his sister up the stairs, breathing heavily from both the shock and her sheer weight.

Snap.

The brother and the cameraman had finally climbed up the stairs. The cameraman was just in a state of terror that at this point crying was just not even close to being the number one option. The brother’s face was still just like his sisters, but he was blinking, unlike her. The brother pushes the bedroom door open with a little trouble, but he drags his sister and pushes her onto her bed, as he sits right beside her.

Snap.

“Mari.. Mari, wake up..”

The brother’s weak and trembling voice echoed through the silent room as he shook his sister. The sun shined over her face, and the cameraman peeked over to see Mari’s expressionless, dead-pan face. It was eerie, and looked almost calm yet in suffering. The brother saw her face and dug his nails into her skin and began sobbing.

Snap.

The cameraman could see his friend’s hands then let go of Mari and clutch his face. They both couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. The cameraman bit his tongue in hopes that it would wake him up. Nothing happened. But suddenly, a thought popped into his mind. He had seen it on television before. Well, not exactly, but he had heard about it, and knew enough about it to do it himself.

Snap.

“Sunny.. I know how to get out of this.”

The cameraman grabbed the boy’s shoulders as he was sitting beside the bed, crying his eyes out. Mari’s arm dangled from the side.

The cameraman began to whisper the unspeakable act, and Sunny’s eyes widened. But not in fear or shock, but from belief, and even some awe was sprinkled in there.

“Just follow my lead.. This is the only way out.. Everything will be okay.” The cameraman’s voice was shaky too, as he now grabbed the upper half of the body and Sunny grabbed the lower half as they now shuffled towards the stairs.

Snap.

His arms were shaky and tired. His eyes were darting all around the room. He could feel the gaze of a dozen eyes from the shadows, but he couldn’t see the stares. He just focused on Sunny’s still face, which was still wet with tears. Once they reached the bottom of what felt like an infinite staircase, they slowly made their way to a sliding door as it slid open.

Snap.

The cameraman stared at the reflection coming from the sliding door. He had bright blonde hair and baby blue eyes. He was also accompanied by a lone pink flower on his hair. Everyone told him that he was a very pretty boy. But what would they think of him now if his plan failed?

Snap.

The leaves crunched under their feet as they continued forward. The wind generated a cool breeze, as the sun began to set. But it didn’t matter to the two boys. They were headed straight for the large tree up ahead.

Snap.

The blonde-haired boy stared directly at the lone branch. It was perfect. The rays warmed him, made him feel all calm inside. He even thought if he kept looking at the leaves that everything would be okay. He could hear Sunny dropping the body right beside him as he turned around.

Snap.

“The rope was just tangled around his neck, it was so terrible. It was tightly wrapped around it too, so he couldn’t breathe during his last moments.”

That was what the TV show he had watched said. He wrapped the jumping rope around Mari’s neck as it began to constrict. It now looked as though she had worn this rope when she had died. It was terrifying to see his friend in pain. But at the same time, it was beautiful, he was a pro at tying things, it supposed. He now tied the rope to the tree branch and looked down. 

Snap.

Mari was still wearing socks. She had not changed into her shoes yet. He was reminded about the recital Mari and Sunny had. Mari would play the piano, and Sunny would be playing the violin. It was a perfect duo, and yet.. Here they were. One dead and the other beginning to break down. The blonde-haired cameraman began to cry, as the memories sweeped in like a broom. He grabbed onto Sunny's shoulder as the boy muttered ‘Basil’. He began to lead him back into the home. Basil was going to be his savior. He looked back at his creation and shuddered.

Snap.

The body swayed in the wind like a leaf dangling from a twig. Her gown was torn and bloodied. Her arms and legs were bruised and purpled. Her black wavy hair engulfed her face, all but a single eye that was seemingly wide awake, staring at the two.

And Basil suddenly realized that this wasn’t a dream.