So, in light of recent events, I figured I could give omake writing another shot. Probably won't go well, but might as well try:
Witness
For as long as you could remember, the world was filled with strange things. You saw strange lights in the night, heard odd prayers in the day, and wondered where the black butterflies came from. You kept chasing after them, but they always flew away. Every now and then, there would be growling in the night. You'd hide under your bed, until Mom came. You'd have her read stories to you, about guardian angels defeating hungry ghosts that ate the living and the dead. You'd make sure she kept speaking until you heard the sound of a sword sheathing. Then you knew the growling was gone.
That's what the invisible people said. They were nice, once they noticed you could see them. One of them told you about the guardian angels. How to know when they were protecting you. And how to keep yourself safe until they did. The old woman who told you about this, she said you were special. She told you special people were chased by the bad ghosts. But you had nothing to fear from the black angels. You don't know why the black angels had to take her away. But she said she would go to a nice place. You hope she's happy, wherever she is. Maybe you'll get to visit her one day.
Today, you think you've finally seen one of them. You were walking home with Mom. High up in the air, walking on it like it was the ground. You saw her looking for a ghost, a bad one, you thought. Though, from what little you could see of the rapid blur, they didn't look like the regular bad ghosts. Maybe that one was special. The angel surprised you though. She looked like your age! And she wasn't wearing black. She didn't even have a sword! She had this weird tube thing. She kept pointing it around the street. Maybe it's supposed to help her find the bad ghost? Whatever it is, it looks like she found it. She points at it, and suddenly the sky is filled with light. You turn your head away. When you open your eyes, you can't see the bad ghost. For a split second, you think it's gone. It's safe. The angel protected you. Then you look up. The building is falling. You scream. You feel something hit your head.
When you wake up, you wonder if you fell somehow. There's rocks and wood around you. You can't move. Much. Your head hurts. You want Mom. You curl up. You hope Mom find you soon. Where did the angel go? Did she take Mom away? Did the angel put me somewhere? Your head throbs. The questions start to repeat themselves. You hear them again, and again. Even as you are dug out. Even as you find Mom laying on a stretcher. Even as you ride to the hospital, holding your head, as the adults ask you questions.
EDIT: Man, I just cannot write much. Everything I write turns out really short. Any advice? Also, I was originally going to have the narrator wake up as a plus, but then the QM said that no one died. Eh, still traumatizing.
