Sane's Insane

Dead was trailing after her name.It had been going around that she had jumped off the tallest building in the campus.Some even said there was some burning. She died in the fire, down to her ashes, and that she was back for an unfinished work, as what other 'phantoms' did.Others said she took a leap to the rail tracks, the four A.M. train catching her fragile body in a snap. It happened after her house burnt down to ashes. It was fair, though. She lived near the railroad, down to Quarry Street.Whether they were hoaxes and made-up stories, news still spread like wildfire. It was a famous legend in the University of Penny Lane.Th

“Hey, boy, wake up. You are not supposed to be here.” Sane jerked awake, breathing heavily as he met the eyes of a man who he realized to be the janitor after a few seconds. For a brief second, he thought he saw a pair of black eyes which made his eyebrows furrow, but he just shrugged the thought away. He felt a surge of panic soon after before he started regaining fractions of the memories that happened last night. Those memories immediately made him feel completely ashamed of himself, especially when the janitor had seen him in his hungover state. "You reek of alcohol. Did you spend the night here?” He heard the janitor once again, but Sane was yet too preoccupied with his thoughtst

Never did Sane think that Ride was capable of doing such a thing. He was just fifteen years old for Pete's sake. He should be living the normal teenage life where he had nothing to worry about because that was how things should be. That was the reason why Sane kept on telling his brother that he shouldn’t worry about the problems that their family had been facing as he was doing his best to cater to their needs, although it would be hypocritical of him to say that they no longer struggled at times.   It made him feel utterly dejected upon realizing that their problems could have been affecting Ride still even after everything and every effort that he exerted. Maybe there were really things that he had no control of.   Sane was feeling very uneasy as they were in the taxi, having little to do but to wait, and to feel the hard beating

What's more selfish? Committing suicide or forcing someone to stay in a world where they were so unhappy? It had been days and Ride had already been discharged but Sane hadn't answered the question yet. He’d often think about it over and over again, trying to find the answer to that question, weighing things along the way. Sane had never thought about it before, and it felt kind of weird thinking about it as he never really dwelled on things like that. He never really talked about suicide or even death in general as he had been so focused with life instead. But after everything that had happened, after everything that he had felt, and he had witnessed, he came to realize that there were really a lot of things that he didn’t understand. What is more selfi

“Do you believe in the ghost on the acad building rooftop?” Sane asked Haniel without really thinking. The girl, who was walking beside him, stared at him for a few seconds with her mouth open. There was a hint of amusement and confusion in her face before she stifled a laugh. “Now, is that question for real? Are you seriously asking me that?” she asked, still grinning. Sane pouted, forehead creased. "Don't you mock me." "I am not mocking you, sure, I ain't," she said, climbing up to a low wall before picking red leaves off the low branches from the trees nearby. She walked cautiously, both arms stretched sideways to maintain balance, and picked more leaves as she passed by branches and branches.