A Sorrowful Love [Y/N x Fuyuhiko Kuzuriyu]

Chapter 1: Nightmare

Tw: there will be fowl language in this whole story plus it is graphic.. since well, it's Danganronpa

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You were sitting in a dark room with only one light right above your head. He tried to look around but it was like there was something restricting all your movement except in your arms. There were papers and pencils. You were forced to draw and draw and draw until your hands started to bleed. Soon enough your arms got restricted, all movement, gone. Your eyes peer around the room to see two people emerge from the shadows, they were your parents. They pulled out their guns and cocked it before.. shooting you? You can feel the bullets hit you, one by one by one. It went on for what felt like forever. The pain was unbearable. That wasn't even the worst part. Your friends, the ones who you loved dearly and would protect you from all harm came up to you. Fuyuhiko came up to you and gave you a big hug. At first it was comforting, but then you felt a sharp pain through your heart. He let you go and looked at his face. He looked like he was being controlled, he looked scared and heartbroken. Tears roll down your face until Peko, your cousin, the person who would always protect you from danger came up to you. She mumbled words that I couldn't hear. Her lips read "I'm sorry, Y/N." Her face looked pained and soon.. darkness. She had cut your head clean off but you felt a weird sensation of warmth.. then light?

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
You woke up from the sound of your 6:30am alarm. You had been cold sweating from your harsh nightmare and what looks like uncontrollable sobbing as well. You felt around your cold body and realized that you were awake and that it was just a dream. You turn your alarm off and head to your private bathroom to shower. You cleaned all the sweat off of you and soon dried off after. You blow dry your hair and put on cargo pants, your school uniform shirt, tie, and pins and your favourite belt and accessories. For the ultimate Artist you really knew how to dress. You grabbed your boho bag which was decked out in patches and pins and headed downstairs for breakfast.