Heeheee, I know I'm late but I wanna do it
Kibo made no movement in his bed. But the sun seemed to have other ideas. It shined it's great rays upon his head, annoying him slightly. "Hrrph," He mumbled, tossing around, before bumping his head against the frame of the bed. "Ow!" Kibo squeaked, getting up instantly, rubbing his head softly and opening his eyes. He looked around, his vision blurry. He fingered about, trying to find his glasses. Once he did, Kibo put them on, sighing quietly in relief. His family still seemed to be asleep. Good. He wanted to be alone for a little bit. Kibo quietly walked into a dark room, sitting down in the silent darkness. A week had passed since Zoey's disappearance, which only made the family more broken than it already was. Kibo closed his eyes, trying to block out his thoughts, attempting to calm his mind. But his thoughts ranged Hotaru's words. 'IF THIS GOSH DARN FAMILY CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO MOM, THEN TO HECK WITH YOU ALL! IT’S NOT LIKE I WANT TO FULFILL THIS STUPID PROPHESY!' "No," Kibo whispered, gritting his teeth, "I can't take it. Not anymore." He'd tried to be happy. To stay together even when the family fell apart. Even when his parents became so attached to Hotaru. Even when the things were dark. But he had enough. What did he get in return? From trying to just lift his and other's spirits? Negativity, annoyance, anger, ignorance. And to "open your eyes to reality." 'Ha, you want me to open my eyes to reality? I know what reality is like,' He shouted angrily in his mind, 'You're not always the victim. Sometimes other people can have pains, regardless which one is more painful. Stop making yourself the victim and open /your/ eyes to other peoples problem!' He wanted to scream this at his siblings, to Hotaru, to Vortex, to his mom, to Adem. 'I only did research, just so I could..make you see me..and maybe make you see me like you do with Hotaru,' He thought, feeling miserable and angry. Kibo turned his head away from nothing in particular. 'But I guess sacrificing my eyes just doesn't do anything.' So fine. He wouldn't be positive anymore. He wouldn't help his family anymore. He wouldn't try to keep their spirits up. Kibo will just open his eyes to reality. After all, who needs positivity in their lives? His family certainly didn't. "Ha," Kibo muttered, "It's really broken, isn't it?" A voice replied: "Why, you're correct, Kibo."
