ERASED - ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE
CONTENT WARNING : Abuse/Violence, Suicide/Suicidal Thoughts, Murder, Heavy Descriptions of Death (Either Gruesome or Psychological) (These things can either be stated or indirectly implied.)
In an alternate timeline whe...
Footsteps. Footsteps, and even more footsteps, crunching against the soft snow falling to the ground. It was dark, and the streetlamps were shining a bright, warm yellow, reflecting against the puddles on the ground, and the cars parked outside of several houses. The park was just around the corner, and the footsteps just walked down the path, stopping at the sight of the figure. It's... eerie. The figure just seems to be standing in fear, as they're being stared down by the other. Suddenly, they get ran at, and a rather large fist begins hitting, and punching, and even feet get involved as they get stomped to the ground. Blood slowly runs and soaks into the snow, dripping from the now-dead person lying in the white fluff. It's a gruesome sight.
Dark.
Samansa's eyes open, to her now dark room. It was 5:03 AM. Weird... that was a bizarre dream. She sees light coming from the door, and her mother stands in the hallway. "Wake up, Samansa. Breakfast should be ready in a few minutes. Don't want it to get cold." She smiles, holding the door gently. Samansa gets up and rubs her left eye.
"...Yeah... I'll be downstairs." She mutters, leaving her left eye closed as her mother disappears into the darkness of the house. She gets on her feet, and walks over to her wardrobe, taking out a pair of stone-washed sweatpants, and a black turtleneck - the only clothes she thought went together in the morning. She opens the drawer, takes out black socks, and rushes to the bathroom to fix her hair and brush her teeth. The clock states 5:12 AM.
The house is filled with the scent of freshly prepared omelettes, and the aroma of green tea slowly follows. Samansa walks down the stairs, still keeping a hand over her left eye... why the hell was it stinging that bad? Did she get soap in it before bed or something? It wasn't infected, that's for sure. She takes a seat at the table and digs into the food, leaving the house shortly after, still intending to arrive earlier than the rest of her classmates.
"Samansa!" A male, yet squeaky voice erupts from behind her.
Hiromi Sugita. One of Samansa's classmates. She stops in her tracks, and looks at the boy, with an unamused frown on her face. However, she doesn't say anything, waiting for Hiromi to begin.
"...Was the homework due today? I... didn't do it..." He mutters, embarrassed, as they begin to walk side by side.
"...Due Thursday." Samansa rolls her eyes, not wanting to appear friendly in the slightest. She continues walking towards the building and sighs as Hiromi tries to start small talk. She responds, to some questions, but remains nonchalant for the majority. She enters the classroom, and Hiromi follows short. They take their seats and begin waiting for 7:30 AM to hit the clock above the chalkboard. It was snowing lightly outside, and the two students keep their eyes on the windows, watching carefully as the snowflakes sometimes stuck to the glass.
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