Duality

Chapter 2

Katlyn's heart races with fear as she stares right back at Amiya. Her voice in mere stutters as if it is glitching like the music in horror games. Annette steps away slightly as if to protect herself from any raising tension. Her footsteps radiate despair as her feet touch the cold wooden floor. Misaki gazes at the floor with watery and wide eyes never once daring to blink as her tears will pour out from pain and misery.

"Oh? What happened to all the chitter chatter now? Do not tell me that you all adore my voice and presence that much that you abide with the silence? What ill manners you have, looking away from me as I speak, stepping away from me, and even daring to look straight into my eyes as if demeaning me. Tsk tsk I expected better; I suppose this is what happens when I lower my standards and expectation while giving my all to people like you all." Amiya now mocks her friends in a taunting manner that hits hard to their hearts.

Her friends are baffled and appalled by Amiya's cruel behaviour. Each girl sneaks a glance at her before looking at each other for a sense of comfort. Misaki acts out without a clear mind as she rushes to Amiya. Amiya raises her eyebrow at her before she lets out a scoff which enrages Misaki even more. Suddenly Amiya is taken aback when Misaki shoves her against the wall violently.

Amiya hits her back against the wall; her arm swings against the side table with her belongings to stabilize herself from falling. She snickers quietly yet loud enough for her voice to echo as her lips curl into a twisted smile. This is what Amiya needed, that one extra push to drive her past her limits exceeding her insanity. Amiya grabs the photo frame resting on the table and smashes it on the floor. She watches the shards of glass scatter in tiny pieces as she picks the very photo and tears it apart in front of her friends.

Her friends glare at Misaki before tearing up as they watch their dear Amiya shred the very photo of them together noticing a tiny shard in her hand and droplets of blood trickling down the ripped pieces of the photo, leaving a cut on her. Katlyn notices that Amiya does not feel her pain or perhaps she's just an expert in hiding her pain like she has experience from the past.

"Amiya do you not see you are bleeding and are you crazy? Do you see what mad actions you did; you tore our photo apart. That was our photo where it held a cherished moment of our friendship." Annette questions perplexed and disturbed seeing no change in Amiya's appearance.

"Misaki this is what you wanted all along didn't you? Instead of trying to discuss maturely you acted like a god damn child and now look at the havoc you wrecked. Now are you satisfied by your actions? Have you proved Amiya right that it is not her, but you that seeks attention and the so-called victim card?" Katlyn spews out unable to keep her calm anymore and wishing that this day did not happen.

Misaki huffs more in anger turning red as well as she walks to Amiya and grips the collar of her shirt tightly. Amiya smirks slyly as her eyelids drop low, barely revealing her eyes but still maintains an aura of darkness and insanity kept so well disclosed. Misaki hates this look but deep down she is terrified, her eyes travel to Amiya's bleeding hand.

Amiya observes her calmly, in contrast of her body language which is intimidating. She moves her hand subtly since Misaki watches her movements. Then out of nowhere, Misaki's grip tightens as she shakes Amiya in hopes that she can shake the madness out of her.

'Thud!'

After the noise of a sudden strike to the face the room remains pin drop silent. Misaki now holds her now red cheek as the tears drop to the floor and mix with Amiya's blood. Amiya just hit Misaki!

Never once has Amiya ever been so violent; she never raised her hand against anyone. She was the calmest and collected girl her friends knew.

Her friends stare flabbergasted, the same train of thoughts in all the minds of her friends. 'Who even is she? She is not our Amiya. Am I next after Misaki?'

"Heh do not let me make your horrid thoughts come true. Let us see 'What if I am next' is that not racing through your mind after watching Misaki get the treatment she deserves? Well, you are right anyone else can be next because it is in my rule on who to show my wrath. You all are so predictable. It is painfully visible on your pathetic little faces, the fear of growing my never-ending enragement." Amiya sneers even more devilishly, psychotically even, as she smirks cunningly while tracing her bleeding hand to her lips. A drop of blood by her lips as it trickles down to her chin and neck.

As if her friends were not already mortified, this shakes their cores, twisting and churning the fear in their stomach even more. The tears frozen in fear in their eyes refusing to fall from their eyes. The breathing of each friend gets heavier with their heartbeats racing faster than any race cars.  

To make matters worse, Amiya rips her friendship bracelet off her wrist, dangling it in the air with her eyes following its movements from side to side. Annette grips her own wrist in a protective manner to safeguard her bracelet. Misaki's eyes fall to the charms of the initials of each name as she vividly relives the moment, they made the piece of jewelleries together with a droplet of a tear fall straight to the floor.

Just how long will Amiya bear the tortured and perplexed looks of her friends? Who knows, she is unpredictable at this moment.