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I could hear the overwhelming sound of ambulance sirens, helicopters flying above newscasters reporting about the incident along with rescue teams rushing into the scene frantically looking for survivors within the plants and rubble of what was once a lab. the rescue teams shouted calling for any potential survivors, lifting the piles of broken concrete, keeping their guard up as they sliced through the vines blocking their way.
It didn't help that it started raining, drowning everything in rain, the blood mixing with the raindrops. The plants that were once contained in tubes used for testing, leeching off the nearest surface it can latch onto. The tree's branches were sharp as a knife, the vines' thorns piercing anything it touched, and plants emitting toxic pollen.
I sat there on the wet concrete floor, my breathing rampant, my brain scrambling to form a single coherent thought, my stomach twisting in an uncomfortable way making me want to throw up, and my eyes focused on the terrifying scene in front of me.
A huge pile of concrete, metal, plants, and under all of it all I saw was a hand sticking out, that hand belonging to my mother. Limp devoid of any life within, lying in a pool of her blood, the chilling scene left me speechless unable to move.
My body shook upon hearing a familiar voice call out my name.
"YURI!!"
I froze.
I slowly turned my head to face my father, he was the last person I would want to see this "YURI!! OH GOD- ARE YOU OKAY!?" My dad got on one knee, his big hands holding my face inspecting me for any fractures, injuries, or bleeding. He let out a sigh of relief, seeing only minor scratches on me "Thank god, you're okay. how about your mother? Is she okay?" My throat went dry unable to form a word, my eyes drifted from my father to the horrific and bloody scene in front of us.
My dad's face dropped upon seeing it. My dad stood up slowly approaching it, I could hear my dad breathing heavily, emotions mixed processing what he was seeing. He turned his attention away from it, he closed his eyes preventing tears from running down his face before he opened them again.
He looked down at me, his gaze piercing through me.
Chills ran down my back as he stared me down, his face seemingly asking me questions 'What happened?' 'Did a villain do this?' 'Why?' I don't even know how things got to this, everything happened so quickly.
How was I supposed to know?
I was just there to learn more about plants for a school project with my mom. This day was supposed to be educational for me and fun for everyone in the lab.
I never expected any of this to happen.
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I was taken in by the police to be interrogated about the incident.
My answers were short and very vague. I couldn't recall much regarding the whole disaster but a part of me blamed myself for everything that happened.
The police investigated the case tirelessly coming to different conclusions on what could've led to the lab suddenly making the plants wreak havoc and then destroy the whole building.
In the end, all of the clues pointed to me being the culprit.
The teen behind the slaughter.
Upon hearing the conclusion, I was mortified, to say the least, yet I wasn't charged. It was disclosed as nothing more than a 'Quirk Malfunction' on my part, hell I don't even know how I managed to not get arrested by that.
Perhaps coming from an influential family did come with its perks.
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My mind was still distracted, I couldn't focus much on class. My mother's death was still clouding my mind after the whole ordeal remembering the time, the image of my mother's face in a picture frame placed on top of her coffin haunts me.
I remember sitting there dumbfounded, not listening to any of my relatives who were trying to cheer me up from this tragedy while I sat there staring at the picture frame holding my mom's photo.
Their words can't cheer me up because I just lost my mother.
It'll probably take me a few years before I can fully move on from this.
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"Yuri, your test paper"
I snapped back to reality upon hearing my classmate call my name, handing me my English test paper. I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me that I'd never felt before as I stared at my test paper, my eyes focusing on my name after a while my eyes averted to my test score.
35/40
I stared at my test paper for a while, my eyes never leaving the 35/40 score written on my test paper. The teacher even left a comment beside my score
'Good job dear! Highest in the class again! :)'.
My eyebrows furrowed staring at the red score and comment on my test paper, five wrong answers on an English test yet that's a good thing to my teacher? She knew I always got a perfect grade or at minimum three answers wrong.
My fist clenched to a tight fist.
This was unacceptable to me. I can excuse one or three mistakes but five? No, that's inexcusable. Never in my school life, I've made this many mistakes in a simple English test.
I'm gagged, to be honest.
This is the worst.
My rage was brewing underneath the surface, the small plant in my classroom tensing up and extorting in a jagged way. I held the test paper, my thumb crumpling it a bit as I left it in my folder that contained all of my test papers which all either had perfect scores or 3 mistakes at most.
Once I heard the school bell ring, I sat up and grabbed my wallet from my school bag. I'll go to the cafeteria to clear my mind, yeah that's right. That'll distract me.
I headed to the classroom's doors accidentally bumping into one of my classmates who was heading inside, I looked up meeting with his lavender eyes.
"Sorry," we both say in sync before we immediately parted ways.
I left the classroom, walking through the halls, and heading to the cafeteria to get something to eat and drink.
Whatever this will be the only time, I'll do something as horrendous as this. Only this time!
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I didn't want my Instagram followers to be left pondering what exactly Yuri's story is so I wrote it in Wattpad.
I don't think my time will suffice with the amount of drawings I have to do to tell Yuri's story, I'm sorry guys :(
