Well, This Bloody Sucks

Opportunities

After shutting the suitcase down on my belongings, I sweep over the room one last time, checking that none of my belongings had been left behind in the pinkness.

That's just one of the many things I'm not going to miss when I'm gone.

After making sure that nothing is missing, I grab my bag and start stuffing my light things inside.

My iPod, my headphones, and...

"The diary."

The diary is still as blank as blank can be, yet the words weren't erased from my memories.

Eliza brings me great joy. The fact that she is not my natural child is no longer important to me.

I collapse on the bed in shameful realisation.

I can't go back. How can I? All that's left for me is a fake father and a possible trip to a mental asylum if I try to tell anyone what happened in the few weeks that I've been gone.

I weigh my options in my head.

I could try to leave with nothing to go back to, or stay here with a shockingly high probability of me ending up dead.

With a sigh, I get up and start to place my clothes in their rightful spot.

"I knew I was going to have to get used to the colour pink."

Once everything was back in its original spot, I head out of the door in search of a certain, white-headed vampire.

I wouldn't have gotten any answers if I went back home. So the only choice I have is to stay and see if I can get some here.

.o0o.

I manage to find Subaru sitting on a windowsill staring out of the window.

"You should've left when you had the chance. You've wasted a rare opportunity." He says, not looking at me.

"I have nothing to go back to, Subaru. I need to know the truth. I won't find that back home." I justify firmly. "If you know anything-"

"I don't know anything about your situation if that's what you're asking." He cuts me off, finally turning to me.

I say nothing for a moment, a crestfallen expression crosses my face as I experience disappointment.

"Thanks anyway." I say, about to turn back around and go to my room.

I hear a sudden gasp and I swiftly turn around.

"What?" I ask him.

"Nothing." He bluffs. Something is wrong and I know it.

"It is not nothing." I say. "What is it?"

"I told you, it's nothing important." He presses.

"If it was nothing, you wouldn't be so agitated in order to protect the truth." I read his movements and expressions. "You don't have to tell me if it's nothing to do with me, but if it is then I want to know."

"You reminded me of someone, ok?!" He shouts out. "But..."

"She's dead?" I question.

He shakes his head. "But seeing the way she is, death would be a huge relief for her."

"Subaru, don't say that."

"I can say what I goddam like!" He shouts in fury. "Never mind, just take this."

He takes a knife out of his back pocket and holds it out to me.

I stare at the dangerous object and he forces me to take it into my hands.