"Yandere is a portmanteau of two Japanese words. The first is yanderu, which means "to be sick," and the second is deredere, used here for "lovestruck." A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an ext...
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Running, I keep my attention on the space in front of me and listen carefully to my surroundings for angered voices. They have been hunting me, attempting to burn my living body after witnessing me appearing in front of their eyes through a portal. I have been on the run for almost a full three-day period. I regretted traveling back during the trials, the awful times of people accusing one another of practicing witchcraft. Before I decided to come here, I had prayed that I wouldn't manifest in front of someone, but I guess that luck was not on my side.
Having the ability to time travel is a great responsibility, for it could change the future if even one thing is messed with. I was given this power, and at first, I saw this as something incredible, a miracle, but it soon became a curse. Every time I used my power, I had to wait three days to use it again. I was in full control of my ability, I managed it perfectly, but recently I lost control of it and now every three days I travel into a random period without warning. I have gotten used to it, but it was becoming a big thorn in my side.
I had no idea whether it was the middle of the night or if it was nearly five in the morning, but I knew that soon I would be out of this period and be transported into a different time. I was deeply hoping that it was somewhere far into the future, somewhere peaceful so that I could sit down and rest. My legs would soon give in, and I would be taken and burned alive with the sounds of flames lighting up beneath me and the people yelling and cheering for death to come for me.
Taking a sharp turn, I nearly trip over a branch, but quickly pick myself up and continue to run. Up ahead I saw a cabin, which seemed abandoned. I glanced behind me only to see that they were far off and nowhere near me. I sped up and rushed inside, hiding within the walls of the shelter and covering my mouth. I controlled my breathing, hearing the dozens of footsteps growing louder. I crossed my fingers and prayed that they would run past, but the running and shouting had stopped right in front of the cabin.
"Shit!" I cursed quietly to myself.
"We know you are in there!" A man shouted.
"Come out now!" Another one said.
They won't take me, I know they won't. It must be almost time for the next portal to open and drag me inside.
Raising my hands, I stand up and step up below the doorway. A sigh escaped through my lips as I shook my head.
"I'm sorry, fellas." I slowly lowered my hands and shoved them into the pockets in my hoodie. "You won't be getting me. Never."
