♪♫ 愛して~ ♪♫ (OMORI AU)

1 ☾ Empty classroom

   TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS STORY, I WONT LET FLEETING MOMENTS GETTING DELETED STOP ME‼️‼️‼️‼️ (also I will reupload it just give me a few days)

   >??? POV<

   I bite my lip gently, focusing on the square, folded paper in front of me.

   The paper crinkles echo throughout the silent room, hearing faint murmuring from outside the door in the halls.

   Turning my head, I fold down the flaps, making it into an iconic piece.

   It's so beaut-

   "Ouch!"

   Before I could set the creation down, my finger accidentally slides against the edge of the paper, making a small cut on my right index finger.

   I watch as it slowly fills up with blood, slowly falling out of the newly made line on my skin.

   My face morphs in shame as I notice the blood on the origami crane's wing, staining it.

   "...-"

   Suddenly, I hear a buzzing on my phone, something not new.

   It looks like today is just the day of interruptions.

   Why'd he have to text me during class? He knows I'm busy.

   Well, not really busy, just killing time during lunch period.

   I hesitantly pick up the phone, holding my bleeding finger out. The first message was as expected.

"hey, you in lunch right?"

My head nods, even though nobody can see it. I scroll down.

"did you hang in class again today?"

I get ready to type, but another message comes through.

"you remember what you have to do today? you better."

Fuck, I know this is wrong.

But what can I do? Nothing.

Me: "Yeah, I do. I'll meet you after class."

My eyes settle slightly when the message goes through, but they immediately widen once I hear that dreading buzz.

"can you show rn?"

"What the fuck..." I say out loud, not on purpose obviously.

I should be used to this by now.

I mean, that still doesn't make it right, but who am I to say anything?

Brushing my jet black hair out of my face, I shakily type out:

Me: I really don't wanna get caught.

That sentence is courageous for me, especially since I usually just go along with what's going on. I just follow the rules to the point, cause that's what he taught me to do.

... Whatever, fuck it, I think, too tired from the day to argue anyway.

The three menacing dots in the bubble bounce, and I watch as I set the bleeding finger in my mouth.

That won't be the only thing bleeding soon.

Tasting the crimson liquid, I lean back in my chair slightly, setting my phone up on the desk, camera faced towards the lower half of me.

Right where he wants it.

I bite down on the cut, making it burst with blood on my tongue.

I ignore the notification from him that shows on the screen: "blood? that's creative, especially for someone like you lmao"

My other hand travels down my body slowly, landing on my things and touching the fabric of my skirt.

... My vision goes hazy. I can't remember this next part...

The last thing I remember in that hour is the paper cranes falling off the desk, that just kept getting kicked and rattling... and the taste of the blood making my whole body filled with some weird excitement.

My brain always goes numb during this. Why wouldn't it?

In the end of the day, some form of fluid is flowing out of me or someone else.

I feel nothing. Pleasure, guilt, dopamine, shame, anything I could be expressing or showing isn't how I feel.

I feel empty. Just like the classroom,

I was all alone.

A/n: be confused 😼