Yandere Amnesia - Book 2

Yandere Amnesia 2 - Chapter 1

"Do you know what would happen if you ever left me?" Toma whispered into my ear, as he stood behind me on the crowded subway.

I hesitated, my eyes nervously glancing back and up into Toma's handsome face. His golden eyes piercing and intense made my stomach flip. His body pressed against my own, making me feel overwhelmed. It was as if my hearing zeroed in on just him, my surroundings a blur and all sound dulled around me.

"You... you would be hurt?" I replied quietly, uncertain where this was leading.

Toma let out an indulgent chuckle that chilled me. He gripped my chin and tilted my face up to him, searching my eyes.

"No, sweetheart" he said with a wolf like smile,  "You would hurt"

His words were like a poison, slowly running through my veins affecting my body. My legs became weak but his arm around my waist  supported my weight. My heart raced with anxiety, realising that even though we were back to normal, Toma hadn't changed. In fact, since we returned home a week ago, he had become even more possessive and emotionally threatening. In an instant, my focus was back to the present, remembering where we were.

The subway car hummed and rattled as it surged through the tunnels. I stood by the window, watching the blurred graffiti-streaked walls and dimly lit stations flash by. The rhythmic clatter of the wheels on the tracks seemed almost soothing, a steady background to the chaotic rush of the city outside. People came and went at each stop, a never-ending stream of faces that I barely noticed.

Toma was pressed up behind me, holding to the rail whilst his other arm was curled around my waist, protectively. I didn't know if I was ready to be someone who needed so much protecting. Was it wrong to want to stand on my own, to face life's challenges without always having him to fall back on? I let my gaze drift, tracing the smeared outlines of my reflection against the backdrop of the speeding world. My eyes showed the inner turmoil I couldn't bring myself to voice out loud.

My mind wandered, lost in the familiar trance of motion, when a strange sensation crept over me—a prickle at the back of my neck, a whisper of unease.

I glanced around the car, searching for the source. My eyes met his, a good looking male with very long green hair seated a few rows down. He had a black and white long coat and peaked cap on his head. He seemed oddly familiar but I couldn't place where I had seen him before. I could feel he was staring at me intently, his gaze unflinching. My pulse quickened. Was he really watching me? Or was it just my imagination running wild in the anonymity of the subway?

I looked away quickly, hoping Toma hadn't noticed my sudden discomfort. But the feeling lingered, an unwelcome guest clinging to the periphery of my awareness. The world continued to spin past, but now i could see the green haired male in the reflection, the once-comforting blur seemed like a veil, hiding the mans unknown intentions. I tried to shake off the unease, but the man's gaze seemed unwavering and insistent.

It was then I saw the green haired man lift a camera and point it in my direction. A short gasp escaped my lips and my eyes widened.

"Whats wrong?" Toma asked, kissing my hair as he pulled me tighter against him, "You seem tense"

I swallowed hard, unsure if I should tell him.about the green haired guy watching me. The subway car broke suddenly forward, and I tightened my grip on the overhead bar. Toma stood close behind me, a protective presence in the crowded space. I could almost feel his concern radiating off him, a constant reminder of the way he always watched over me. Sometimes, his vigilance felt like a warm blanket. Other times, it felt suffocating.

"It's nothing" I lied to him, "I think I am just tired. Low blood sugar or something" I said quietly.

When I looked back, the green haired male had disappeared and relief washed over me. I took a deep breath, focusing on the steady thrum of the train and the predictable ebb and flow of passengers. Yet, the sense of being watched gnawed at me, turning a routine commute into something far more sinister.