❝𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒❞ ┆ 얀데레! 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌. [ V.Eng ]

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──he told you it's true──. she replied looking at Jay who was walking next to me back to school.

──...──. seat jumping a low sigh of defeat as I understood what I understood.

We were almost reaching the living room but I had to go somewhere first.

──go first, it didn't take long──. He pointed to the bathroom.

Jay hesitantly accepted and ended up leaving, leaving you completely alone since no one was in the hallways anymore.

Time after.

After relieving myself and washing my hands I was back in the living room.

But you were so immersed in your thoughts that you lost all sense of direction to the opposite direction to where you were heading.

──You are [...]?──. Someone behind me spoke out of nowhere, making me a little scared but I knew how to hide it.

I stopped walking to look at him. Realizing that he was not in the direction of the living room.

──I am, and you are...?──. I looked at the hooded man with some curiosity and distrust.

Then I remembered that he was still at school, I must have been just another student going to his classroom like me and I calmed down, letting my guard down.

──Do you know where the...── is. my words were short.

It was in a matter of a second, I didn't even have time to react and it just had to be in the desolate hallway.

I could only feel something sharp piercing the skin of my abdomen. I didn't even have the intention of processing what was happening because the truth is that I couldn't. How did it come to this?

My body fell to the hard floor feeling the horrible pain in my abdomen. My vision began to blur to the point of losing consciousness and falling into a deep sleep.

He felt no remorse, no guilt, he felt nothing for you, he was just doing his job.

He hunched his body up to your height, watching as the bottom of your uniform began to form a crimson stain.

──the work is done──. was the only thing I could hear from my attacker, followed by another scream that I couldn't distinguish from who it came from.

Due to the loud scream, everyone came out to see what was happening.

When I opened my eyes I expected to see the characteristic white color of a hospital room and instead I was greeted by an all too familiar color.

It was a reflex that you would bring your hands to the area where you were stabbed, but, there was nothing, no bandages, no pain, not even that damn horrible feeling.

That's when my reality hit me.

──no, no, no──. I sat down looking around, it was my old room.

──I came back──. Tears ran down my cheeks without stopping, I ran away to my bathroom looking at my reflection in the mirror.

──I don't want to go back!──. I screamed, letting out a loud sob, looking away from my reflection.

In my outburst of anger and disappointment I ended up throwing the first thing I found at the mirror, breaking it into thousands of pieces.

I hated my old version with all my being, here I am nobody, there at least I felt loved and for the first time in my pathetic life, I felt loved.

──I don't want to be here...──. She murmured, hugging me, letting my body fall down the wall until I was sitting on the cold floor of my bathroom.

That night I didn't stop crying until I fell asleep.

I was hoping it would come back but I was just being irrational, dreaming about something that was unreal, that never happened again...

They don't say that hope is the last thing to die...well mine already did.

To be continue...

They love them little ghosts. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
Sayonara. </3