Case Of The Living Doll ❦ Undertaker [2]

11 | Souls

As they rushed over to the fainted boy's dorm, an uneasy feeling came over (y/n): there was a possibility she knew what they would find when they got to their destination... more like, she knew why the boy had passed out.

A lost soul.

Souls. The embodiment of one's spirit and life: it held all of her emotions and thoughts, and made us who we are. Meaning that without it humans would be better off dead.

What if the one thing that made us who we are as an individual, just suddenly disappeared?

That was what the boy was experiencing at the moment, and several others had also been going through the same thing - from what they had learnt from the student that had barged into the principal's office. 

Shifting guiltily on her feet, (y/n) stood to the back and tried to make it seem like she was blending into the wall.

A few months ago, when she had passed out and was unable to regain consciousness for a long time, a wisp of a soul entered her body and woke her up. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but it had gone way beyond that: to stay awake, she needed to take in as many souls as it took to remain conscious.

It wasn't certain how many it would take, nor if it would sustain her for a long time, but one thing for certain was that she couldn't stop what had already started. It was now an automatic thing, and it was out of control.

All she knew was that she would do anything to remain human, and not go back to being a lifeless being: who could do nothing but sit still and look pretty.

There was so much she still wanted to do with her life and with Undertaker. Until she could find a way to stay as she was now, she wouldn't give up this method to take souls. For now, it was the only way.