Sunkra's lament
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This story is about the inner depths of Sunkra the otter boy's being, a small window to what lurks behind the sunny happiness.This story contains: no sex, emotion
Sunkra's lament.
The day has ended. Wether it's moonlight or the last breath of the evening's sun lighting up his face, Sunkra can't recognize the difference. He lays quietly in his ridiculously huge bed, the sheets so empty and unable to fill the void in his heart. He lives in a fishbowl, the glass walls inviting the world outside to come in, even though it's just a glance. Why won't someone come in?
The world outside seems to slumber, tranquil and desirable. Uninterested. Slowly and without a sound the boy rises up to a sitting position, his teary eyes taking in the sights of the night. The ocean, the beach, the city... they have all seem to have abandoned him, he's all alone. Sunkra stumbles to his feet, the empty vials of Glow shattering under his weight in between the bedsheets, even though they're made of plastic and aren't supposed to break this easily. The colours have gone, a tranquil blanket of blandness which neither warm nor cold has replaced them, filling the boy with feelings very mixed and confused.
His hands touch the glass, "Look outside little one, what do you see?"A voiceless sentence uttered by someone other than himself makes Sunkra wonder as he stands naked and vulnerable for hallow eyes to see:"... Da world?"The boy seems to cringe as he hears himself speak those worlds, the shallowness, the pretense of happiness. His life is filled with weaknesses of the flesh, hollow friendship, materialism, emptiness...
Fresh tears stream down his cheeks, the picture of a smiling older man and woman of Sunkra's species is tucked away under the sleeve of his pillow. Why does he hide it inside his own house? A hole inside of him which cannot be filled with all the frivolous pleasures that he calls a life. Where is his mate? Where is his counter part? Is something missing or is he having a bad guilt creeping up on him from the back of his mind?
Sunkra feels sadness and pain, yet his mind is numbed down so that he is less aware of those emotions, his soulless stare just gazing outside into the world at night. A tap. A crack. He's falling in a rain of millions of sparkling little diamonds. Going down, tens of floors down and the ground is rushing to make his acquaintance. Welcome, Sunkra, allow me to shake your hand! Welcome to our society.
Boom. You're dead. Awesome.
Spluttering, Sunkra rises from his bathtub, water has filled his nose and throat. He reaches for grip and manages to lift himself out as his chest heaves in pained efforts to clear his airways. He cries and curls up in a shivering, cold and pathetic little ball on the floor of his bathroom. Won't someone touch him? It hurts so much.