A week passed, yet my condition is getting better. But the cycle, eat sleep, repeat, is making me go insane. I would rather be put in an insane asylum than be here, without Yimika.
My brain thought of nothing other than the last sight of Yimika. The crimson substance blossomed from their forehead, aswell as below them. Their eyes were shut, and their glasses shattered and multiplied into pieces. That was last time I got to see Yimika, for now. As I can imagine them getting throat surgery.
I scrunched the blanket within my fists tightly, as tears streamed down my cheeks. I hated these thoughts, I want them to go.
Drip, drip. It began to rain, I looked out the clear and transparent material at the window. Splattered raindrops appeared on the transparency. Some water drops racing to the bottom of the window. That entertained me for only ten seconds, now I'm back to pure boredom.
I carefully opened the window, the fast descending drops of water entered. I held my hand out the entrance, and let the soakness capture my hand.
Cold, and damp. I like the feeling. Some drops dripping and leaving my hand, as more entered the soakness. This was something that released me from pure boredom. Rain. And more rain.
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The Petal I Retrieve Back
Teen FictionTwo loving childhood best friends, now ripped apart and gone forever by the hateful disease of cursed love. Rakamatsu Kanna, was an enthusiastic and smiley girl. But was changed to an unfamiliar Kanna that know one knew. She will do anything just fo...
