Mine: A Yandere Story #Wattys2015

26.

Chapter 26.

Yoko Hitachiin woke up in a pure white, cold room, with only a bed with no sheets or pillows placed in the very middle of the room. There were no windows, only a single light hanging by a broken lead which was centred above the single door. Yoko found herself lying on the tiled floor, with an old nurse attempting to her help her up. She saw the nurses mouth move, but the only thing that Yoko heard was a creepy lullaby.

"Yoko-san? Yoko-san-it's time," The nurse said, Yoko finally agreeing to stand up. She then recognised the nurse as Alison. How, was a mystery to Yoko. She didn't even have a clue of how, where or why she got here, or what time or day of the week is was. Yoko had so many questions, but couldn't find the words or courage to speak. "Come with me."

Grabbing onto Alison's bony arm, Yoko and her exited the room through the creaky door. She know found herself in an extremely long, dark hallway with cells on either side of it. Screams, moans and pleads could be heard as they slowly trudged down it. Yoko's eyes were filled with horror as she saw that in the cells were slimy, old men and woman wearing white gowns, exactly like hers. Some were in the corners shaking whilst others were hitting their heads on the walls or bars..

"How do you feel?" Alison asked.

"About what?" Replied Yoko, finding some courage in her to talk.

"About your whole situation," Alison was talking to Yoko as if she was a friend, not a nurse. That then perked up the question in Yoko's mind; what would a nurse be doing in a prison (at least that's what she assumed, due to the cells).

Confused, Yoko shook her head. "I-I don't know what you mean." Alison sighed, then gently stroked the young girl's pale forehead. "Where are we going?" Yoko asked, trying to ignore the hands that reached out to her of the bar cells, the shouts of, 'Run away!'

But Alison didn't reply, only sighed once again. They finally came to the end of the hallway, the screams drifting out of Yoko's mind. She looked back, only to see the dull colours of the cells replaced with bright, vivid colours that Yoko didn't even know existed. "Ultraviolet," Yoko whispered, but was then gently shoved by Alison out of the hallway.

She looked up and saw a set of creamy-coloured stairs turn into blue, red and yellow ones. Despite the odd scenario of not knowing where she was, Yoko grinned at the cheery atmosphere. Alison gave her a strange look, but slowly climbed up the stairs with her.

Suddenly Alison pulled out handcuffs. All of Yoko's happiness floated away from her, only to replaced with horrid memories. She could now remember where she was, what she was and why she was going to die.

"Please," Yoko pleaded, tears threatening to fall down her face. "I didn't mean to kill that guard! S-She provoked me! I was in a state-she was calling me names-"

"I know, I know," Alison said, taking pity on the convicted and pulling her into her arms. "I'm so sorry sweetie...so so so sorry. Many others have killed guards, but none of them have been punished by death." After a minute of Yoko crying onto Alison's shoulder, a man dressed in a police uniform appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Hurry up!" He growled. Alison, now in a terrible state as well, said her goodbyes to Yoko by kissing her fuzzy head and whispering short but sweet prayers to her. The police man then grabbed Yoko viciously by the arm, and pulled her away from her one-and only-friend. She tried to break free from the police man's grasp, but his hand was too strong for such a small, weak girl. Alison, with hands over her mouth, walked back down the stairs, locking the door behind her.

The police man pulled Yoko onto a platform. Below her, where strangers wearing smart suits sitting on rows of chairs, as is they were expecting a performance from her. Yoko's eyes diverted to the rope, which seemed to be hissing and spitting at her. A man, who was also in a police uniform had a hair band in one hand, and a black cloth in the other.

Down below on the auditorium, a priest carrying a bible came out and stood at the front. He began blubbering prayers and how Yoko Hitachiin was a spawn of the devil, and how lucky the audience were to see the death of such a burden. It seemed the audience were agreeing with him, nodding their heads and clapping simultaneously at everything he said. Sally didn't know who these people were, or why they were making such judgements on her.

The first policeman positioned Yoko on a trapdoor, below where the rope was swinging. He muttered words to her, but all she could hear was her favourite song, Tip Toe Through The Tulips. She then felt her ugly hair being forcefully tied into a lower pony tail.

"Any last words?" The priest snapped Yoko out of her daydream. She had so much to say, so much to plead for. But only a faint humming sound came out of her mouth. "Okay then. Let it begin."

Immediately as he said that, the black cloth was wrapped around Yoko's head, blocking out the view. She screamed out, 'I can't breath! I can't breath!' But no one listened to her. After all, she was the convict. Yoko felt the rope tighten around her neck, making her breathing even more difficult. She begin to hallucinate colourful shapes and pictures, the song becoming louder and more piercing.

"Senpai-"

Crack.

The trapdoor swung open, sending Yoko falling down. The rope closed around her neck, and Yoko's life was ended in split seconds. Her pale corpse swung slightly from side to side, the pure white dress that she was wearing moving in motion with her body. Two police officers pulled blue curtains from either side, her corpse becoming less and less visible to the audience.

Then everything went quiet.

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We are nearing the end.

-tohlia