[BOOK 2 - Female Yandere Lopunny] She Loves Me Not

Part 2 | Shatter

You feel you've gone insane. Ever since that night, the night your dead Lopunny appeared as a mere vision in your room, your mind has been split between ignorance and insanity, grief and resolve.

So many questions, you think. Still you don't know how the window was broken, despite Lopunny being only a trick of the mind. Fake. It bothers you all throughout the day, ruining your mood and causing school to weigh even heavier on your shoulders.

In class, someone taps you on your shoulder. You jolt like you've been sleeping and whirl around, meeting the firm, hazel eyes of a blonde-haired girl. She looks irritated, as though she had been trying to get your attention for longer than what you thought to be no more than seven seconds.

"Can you hear?" She points a sassy finger at the front of the room where Ms. Vivian stands, one hand on her hip, one hand grasping a single sheet of paper. Her brown hair flows graciously down on her shoulders the way a model's would, but you know deep down her beauty does not reflect her attitude. She is always a ticking time bomb.

You look at the teacher, and she looks back, sour in the face. Impatiently she glares, her hard eyes boring through you. Such a stare reminds you of Lopunny.

"What?" you say, confused. Ms. Vivian rolls her eyes.

"I asked you a question. Do you even know what we're talking about?"

Your eyes wander the room, staring at the other kids. Some of them have their eyes stuck on Vivian, others are gazing at you, cackling beneath their breath. Some, you know, are especially wary of you because of the murder. They all know.

"Something about... a Lisa?" You shake your head, trying to think of the name. "Linda? Lucy...?"

"Lysandre," Ms. Vivian interjects. "Quit daydreaming." She turns her attention back to the whole class. "One of the most important, most dangerous figures in Kalos history, guys — Lysandre! You know, some people, to this day, believe that man was in the right. Considering he wanted to wipe out a good portion of the world, I think you all can have better judgment on that..."

You're dozing off again. You're so tired and you don't know why. Somewhere, something is weighing you down. You feel it. A presence in the room, forever gazing at you, forever clutching you to thread fatigue into your bones.

You look toward the window, out at the gloom of a rainy day where gray clouds swirl and the grass is glazed over by the fallen water.

Immediately your heart sinks, heavy. Standing against the pane of glass is Lopunny, her red irises glimmering bright like two bloody diamonds in the face of the window. Her hands are placed against it, pressing down firm like she's trying to break through. At one point you think you see a crack forming on the surface of the glass.

A sinister smile stretches her lips.

"May I use the restroom?" you blurt out without even raising your hand. Panic is sewn into your face, beads of sweat swarming your forehead. Ms. Vivian glances in your direction, silent for a few long seconds because she just hates being interrupted. Especially by a student who can't pay attention.

"You expect me to let you go strolling out of here so you can spend time daydreaming in the stalls?"

You hate that tone. How she calls you out like this in front of everyone.

"Please," you persist. Vivian shakes her head and throws out her hand at the classroom door.

"Just go."

You don't look back. You take off like a dart, leaving the confused, empty stares of your nosy classmates behind. Ms. Vivian looks past the urgency in your step, swiftly returning to burning the memory of Pokémon wars and famous terrorists into her students' minds.

You've got your own issues to worry about. On your way to the bathroom, you take out your phone. Well, "phone." Really it's just some old, abandoned phone that once belonged to your father. You left the better, less tacky phone on the forest floor all that time ago. By now, some overgrown beast has thrown its uncharged body into its gullet.

You stand next to the bathroom door, not yet going in because it's a school bathroom, and you just casually pull up the browsing app on your phone.

Strewn all across the news widgets and suggestions, bold headlines screaming things like, Today's Topics, is all details about the Pokémon school that recently closed down permanently. The one you got to visit for Bella's ceremony party on the night of her death.

You don't remember how the school looked; it was all but a fleeting thought that night. All that mattered was your time spent with Bella and Ian. Pictures of the hallways and classrooms, empty and grim, are displayed on the news websites.

Articles depict the details of young Bella, aspiring Pokémon trainer, and her last night alive. A night of shining music and contagious bliss turned cold and bloody in barely any time at all.

Before you end up shedding a tear at the feelings all swimming in your head, you enter the bathroom. Fortunate for you it smells like nothing.

Standing at the mirror, you take hold of the side of the sink with your unoccupied hand. Still you scroll through your phone with the other, and every so often flick up your eyes to glare at your reflection.

It makes you so sick.

You could vomit right now. Remembering the night of that unbridled happiness alongside Bella and her brother whilst reading articles of the gruesome murder that soon followed makes you burn inside. And how you were the cause of her death. You raised a killer. Deep down you scream at yourself: I am to blame.

You set down the phone and stare deep into the mirror. All is silent. Makes you think of the day you left Lopunny in that forest. The world had fallen completely silent. Dead.

She died in there. She died. And yet... here she is now. Lopunny's eerily tall figure stalks into the bathroom, making not a sound.

You see her first in the mirror, her body coming ever closer to you like she's preparing to pull you into a hug. Startled and angry, you turn away from the glass and face her in real life.

"Stop following me around!" you shout.

Lopunny's long limbs, clothed in tattered black cloth lift into the air. Bloody claws replace her nails, threatening to tear into you.

You shrink away, shutting your eyes tight, almost curling into a ball when all you feel is a pair of human hands on your shoulders. They shake you, the silence around you suddenly washed out by noise.

"Hey! Relax! The hell's your problem?"

You open your eyes, dropping your guard. Standing before you is not Lopunny's phantom-like presence; it's a person.

"I just walked in and saw you freaking out right there at the mirror." They point to the glass, that which had been totally untouched when you stood at it. Now a dent in the mirror sticks out to you, little shards of glass drifting in the sink below.

"What happened?" you mutter, staring at the damage done to school property. The student looks at you like you're crazy.

"I just said, you were freaking out. You did that. Whipped your phone at it." They point again, and your eyes find the shattered phone on the floor. More broken than the mirror.

"I... did?" you whisper, but they don't hear you.

You don't remember throwing your phone or breaking the mirror. That couldn't have been you. Surely it was already damaged when you first walked in. No — it wasn't you.

... right?