Tsundere/Yandere

Chapter Four

The above song is Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons.

Sarah sits on the bus, looking out the window as the buildings zoom by. She sighs as she looks into the sky, peering at the birds above. Jackson sits next to the girl, looking at her in curiosity.

'He's watching us...' Amy says in her head. Sarah turns around to see that it's true. The boy gains a cheeky half smirk on his face. "What?" Sarah asks, feeling a bit self-conscious.
"Nothing... I just find it funny that the Murasakiiro no Tori is staring at the birds." Jackson says, holding back a chuckle. A vein becomes visible on Sarah's forehead at the use of the boy's new nickname for her.

"I said to call me Murasaki!" Sarah growls.

"But...you're so much like a little birdie!" he teases, pulling in his arms and flapping his hands like little wings. Sarah is able to feel her eye twitch as the boy bursts into laughter. "Little Kitori-Chan!" Jackson holds his stomach as he continues his fit of histerical laughter.

"You done?" Sarah asks after Jackson stops laughing, a vein popping on her forehead."Yeah." Jackson gasps. "Good." Sarah says, an angry smirk on her face, before she brings her fist down on top of the boy's head.

"Ooooooooowwwwww!!!!" The boy whines as he rubs his head, tears streaming down his face.

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Sarah opens the gate to her front yard. The grass was clean-cut, giving off a strong, intoxicating fragrance. The smell of cut grass was one of Sarah's favorites. The yard was clean and devoid of any trash. Three small, white rocking chairs sit on the front porch, swaying back and forth in the wind. If she didn't know any better, she would think that this was a completely different house from the one she lived in a year before.

She walks up the steps, her feet lightly tapping against the wood as she goes. She stops in front of the door and reaches in her jacket pocket, before taking out her key and sliding it through the hole. She turns it, causing a click before she pushes the door, opening it. A small blast of cold air comes out of the house, slightly blowing back a few strands of purple hair. Despite the fact that she had cleaned the house, she could have sworn she still smelled a hint of blood. She knew it was her imagination, though. The floorboards were replaced, the carpet was added...her father's body was gone.

The incident had been all over the headlines; "Sixteen-year-old kills father.""Daughter uses can lid to murder her father?" "Villain, or Victim?""Murasaki, Sarah cleared on self-defense and temporary insanity." Luckily, the judge had seen the truth. Her father had nearly beat her to death, so she did the only thing she could. After the incident, she temporarily lost her mind. She sat in a corner, hugging her legs for three days as her father slowly began to decompose. Three days without going to school. Three days without picking up the phone. Three days without moving. Three days without food or water.

Someone must have been concerned, because, on the third day, a student stopped by the house to give Sarah her homework. They had knocked on the door, but no one answered. They would have gone home, but something stopped them...the smell of rotting flesh. The student had called both 119 and 110. They both came. A policeman had kicked the door down, paramedics behind him. The student, who had been standing by, watching, almost lost his lunch at the sight.

Insects were everywhere. A dead body lay on the ground, already decomposing. A pool of blood, dry and black with age, surrounding him. No matter how much they were swatted at, the little pests were determined to devour the corpse. After the general shock, the policeman pulled his shirt up, over his nose, then looked around the room. In the corner, he saw a girl, her blue eyes red, one with a black circle underneath, and one almost swollen shut. Her nose was broken and a stream of dried blood ran down from her forehead and cheek. Her arms and legs were covered in bruises, and her one leg had glass sticking out of it. No matter what they tried, nothing they did could get her to respond. It was clear that she was dehydrated and malnourished. The paramedics tried to get her up, but the second they touched her, the girl let out an ear piercing shriek, and began to bite and claw.

"Hold her down!" Said a female paramedic. It took seven people to hold the girl down as she screamed. "Please!" she cried, her already tangled purple hair falling in her face. "Stop! Help! Don't hurt me anymore!"

"Give me the anesthetic!" the paramedic cried. One of her co-workers handed her a syringe, and she stuck it into the girls neck. She quickly began to lose consciousness. As the world around her began to black out, she said one last thing. "No...more..."

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The girl sits in a wooden chair inside a medium-sized room, a woman with curly red hair and brown eyes across from her, and a table between them. The room is dimly-lit, and there are toys all around. There is one door, and a large mirror. A two-way mirror. It's a child's phsychiatric facility. The woman leans across the table, hands folded, and opens her mouth to speak. "Sarah..."

"Sarah doesn't want to talk now." the purple-haired girl interrupts.

The red-head pauses, taken aback by the girl's choice of words. Within moments, however, she is able to regain her composure. "Sarah...doesn't want to speak?" she asks, to which the girl nods. "And...what does she want?"

"She...wants to hide..." the girl says. "She want's me to speak for her."

"And...who are you?" the woman asks, leaning slightly closer.

"I'm Amy."

Hey, guys. Sorry it's been a while. Mi wifi was screwed up. I'm back now, though. And, sorry that this chapter is short, but I'll make sure to post the next one as soon as I can. Plus, I like where it ends.

And, by the way, just a reminder. Please remember to vote and comment. It's really motivating, and us writers love to know what our readers think. Anyway, thank you so much for reading! You guys are awesome! ;p