"Fuck that, you're just a selfish little girl who didn't think she belonged. Who always felt like an extra and thought the wild dogs and cats understood her more than her own family. More than me and you refused to believe otherwise. It's weak, it's pathetic. You act like you're all nice and innocent but you use people. You pretend to care when in the end you choose fucking plants and four-legged animals over them. Fuck your morals, fuck your priorities. It's so easy for you to say everyone is out to get you, to say humanity is evil so you can run away and be all alone with the birds chirping and swinging on vines. Fuck you y/n. Fuck. You. We're done."
"I'm... I'm sorry-"
"No. Don't fucking apologize. I'm done with your apologies. I hope you find happiness y/n, I really do. But you won't find it with me. Maybe you will once you grow up, maybe, finally, you'll be able to let go of your childhood and face the reality of the world."
The rain thundered down like small razors, piercing her skin until her blood mixed in with the puddle like an ocean shore. Her brain went numb, but her heart felt as if she was drowning. An inescapable moment, stuck in time. He had long disappeared but what he left still pang in her chest, as if it were to break her ribs and burst. It was mean, but she didn't dare blame him. Even if it was wrong to do so, what was said was still correct, right?
Screaming in agony she clenched her upper chest, the puddle rippling from the sound vibration. Her jeans were ripped at her knees, the scratches from when he pushed her down cut deeper in the road pavement.
The scene fuzzed like lost connection on a tv.
Y/n trembled in the heat of the bare sun, the hot air sucking her lungs dry. Dust and blood lathered over her face and uniform. She breathed through her nose but not with grace. Sweat condensed in her palms and forehead.
Don't run.
Don't run.
Her face blanched. She moved her foot ever so slightly, the dirt graveling underneath. Her rifle laid a few yards from her in the tall grass, her heart crying from the thought of shooting.
Why wasn't she dead already? She was a lone human, vulnerable and weak.
The lion's eyes pin-pointed on her, waiting for any sign of weakness to attack.
She begged to the lion with tears streaming down her face, "If you're going to kill me, go for the throat. Make it quick please."
A minute passed, but for y/n it felt at least an hour.
Static buzzed from her dropped walkie talkie near the car. The lion jerked his head up towards the sound.
Now was her moment to get the gun.
But she didn't move. Was it that she lost hope, or refused to kill the lion?
The lion's eyes returned back to her, boring into her like God's eyes judging her for her sins.
"Send me to heaven, or send me to hell. I'll kill him again if I go to hell, if I go to heaven I'll make a paradise of Earth reborn."
The lion's mane was dark. He was strong, scarred, young, and more intimidating than any person or place she'd seen.
Against every book, article, and source of proven research of lion behavior, he lifted his paw and turned to the side. The tall grass moving to the side rustling as he disappeared, returning to his turf.
Y/n stood with salty tears dried on her chin, her legs shaking.
What happened to my death?
She lost feeling in her back, crimson blood still drooling out. A messy gash decorated her lower back and it's creator sprawled on the ground, three bullet holes spread out in his abdomen and chest. A rifle sat in his open palm, his other hand inches away from a dagger thickspread with sticky and hot scarlet, his own blood brushed on the stems of the grass.
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Fanfiction•:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•☾☼☽•:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:• Y/n accidentally travels to the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, where the hot shots of the jujutsu realm are intrigued by her. But why? Her cursed energy is average, but something strange happens when she f...
