On the Precipice of Insanity [Yandere! Sasuke Uchiha x Reader]

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

"Oh, and if anything ominous happens, [name], you have my phone number, so just call me," Sakura instructs, to which the [color] haired woman nods, walking through the crystalline double doors, which open by themselves. The woman doesn't look back, just moving forward, into the fresh air, that welcomes her in an instant. The street, a main street of the fire region, leading to the huge train station downtown, is full, as always. [Name] gaze wanders over cars, people, busses, but she cannot spot Karin, who has stated she would pick her up.

She's probably still on her way, the psychologist concludes, deciding to walk in the direction the red haired woman will most likely come from. Blowing her bangs up from her face, she fishes out her mobile phone, and her headphone. With the earplugs in her ears, she starts the music, shutting off the world. She doesn't know where that overwhelming feeling of comfort comes from, she's no longer haunted by Sasuke's -- if that even is his name -- voice, footsteps, noises, and most of all, his laughter faded. How can he even escape the cells? How does he make such an ghostly, demon-like appearance every time she seems to be alone, defenseless? The only thing clear to her is that Sasuke Uchiha wants something, and that uneasy, warning feeling in the pit of her stomach tells her continuously that this object is her. She scoffs. That guy is more than insane. What does he even want from me? I don't know him, and I am sure he can't know me.

A new song plays, faster, some electronic music. The atmosphere is changing, and she is shaking her head to the beat. The heck I'm doing!? [Name] was never one to move to the rhythm, she wasn't one to dance or visit clubs in general. She would describe herself as casual, calm, or simplified -- hesitant. Causing anything to be center of attention doesn't please her, she would be anxious. Even more reason to fear Sasuke Uchiha. Looking back, from the last thing she can remember, she revises if there was anything that may have grabbed him. In the end there's nothing she could put into that relation.

She sighs. The stress has been ruling her life he past days. And it all started with that new job. Thinking about the days before her first working day she could say -- without a doubt -- that she was mentally completely healthy, now she has to conceal her uncertainness with that smile she would give whenever someone asked her if she was alright the year her father died. I have to relax, she tells herself in mind. It's quite the irony that those helping ill people, go ill as well after a certain time -- almost as if insanity is contagious. Chuckling, she turns into the way to the little market, if you could even call it that. It's more like a kiosk. Opening the front doors she sees two other customers, and the cashier. Not caring to observe or analyze these men, she grabs the box of Marlboro cigarettes, like always, ignoring the warning: Smoking can damage you or the people in your environment.

Smoking is something she started a few years ago. She learned that the best way to spend an after-sex night was to just enjoy a cigarette, some alcohol sometimes joined in, too. That is pretty much the only thing she could remember, everything prior and past is just that black box of questions. The only thing she couldn't reason, is that long scar along her wrist, almost reaching her elbow. Where it comes from, she doesn't know. What the cause was, she has no idea. But, it's not like she ever voiced out these questions anyway. [Name] [last name] is a mystery, to the outside world, as well as to herself, and in a way, she likes herself exactly that way. However, a stranger like Sasuke knowing more about her than her -- that she can't, and won't accept. She will dig in her past, and fill that little void of amnesia. And even if not, she would make sure the dark haired male won't keep that knowledge.

Waiting in the queue, she spots a magazine, which piques her interest. Itachi Uchiha -- Dark secrets in the business world. [Name] raises an eyebrow. It's not like having a secret is a crime. But, of course, she takes it. Some reading material for later won't hurt now, will it?

The cashier is an older man, probably in his mid-fifties, his skin is slightly gray, matching his hair color. Though the woman knows that something like grey hair from age doesn't exist. It's just an illusion, the fine hair, the combination of white and dark hair makes our eyes believe that what's in front of us is grey, silver, or however you want to call it. The man looks at the price of the magazine.

"That would be $9,99," he says. She pays, grabbing her box of cigarettes and gossip magazine, and pushes open the door, still fighting with her wallet. And the fight is over, as she leaves the store she shrieks as a hand touches her shoulder. Coins roll all over the ground.

"There you are," the origin of the hand touch says, and to [name]'s relief it's not that demon of a Sasuke Uchiha. Just a little devil.

"Karin, you almost gave me a heart attack."

"I saw." The two women bend down to pick up the money, that went aboard.

"You surely took some time to show up," the [color] haired friend mumbles, causing her friend to chuckle. "I'm sorry, chicka."

"Don't sorry me, but take me home~" The red haired woman scratches the back of her head. "Well, about that-"

"Yes?"

"I'll walk you home!" she smiles, adding even more confusion to [name]. Sighing, she admits: "I may have lost my license." [Name] groans.

"Let me guess, drunk drive at 2 AM."

"Bullseye."

"Have I not told you that you should just go home and sleep when the clock says 2 AM?"

"You did, and I'm sorry for not listening. For next time I'll keep your words in mind, o wise one!" The woman chuckles, hitting Karin on her arm.

"You're an idiot."

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A while later Karin and [name] arrive in front of her apartment complex. It's already evening.

"You wanna come inside?" [name] inquires, but Karin just shakes her head.

"I should go home now," she apologizes. "Maybe another time. I mean, I don't want to be outside after 2 AM."

"Wow, your forgetful brain even memorized that," she jokes, stepping inside the building.

"Of course, you're the wise one, and it wouldn't be wise to anger you." With that she walks in the direction the two have come from.

[Name] steps inside the nearby elevator, and looks at the buttons, pressing the one for her floor. As she attempts to lean on the walls, after the elevator closed, her face becomes pale.

"Good evening, [name]."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ayyy, a cliffhanger . . . DON'T KILL ME, PLEASE! D: I hope you liked the chapter. Votes and comments on what you think of the chapter, what you believe will happen next, are very much appreciated :D And LOL, 2 AM, totally HIMYM reference XD