Corpse Party: Naomi's Point Of View

Chapter 1

The school was much more eerie now. It was now much more disturbing, though Naomi had a great deal of sadness over herself. She held her tears in. She looked around, hoping there was maybe a ray of hope in her life. She wanted to forget everything, break down, and cry even. She wanted out of this horrid place.

Floor boards creaked as she put pressure against them as she walked. It was disappointing. As she turned the corner, she noticed something strange. It was disturbing. Perhaps she hadn't been there before.

As she approached the strange object she noticed it was a spirit. One she hadn't seen before.

"This isn't fair." The spirit murmured in dissatisfaction, of the death from when she died.

Naomi glanced at the tag, and all she could read was Momoko Fuji before the spirit noticed her.

"You!" The spirit motioned towards Naomi with a blue color, not red, thankfully. "...You're alone.." Momoko said with a disappointed tone. Naomi nodded slowly at the spirit over top of the pile of bones.

"I hope you find a way out.. And not end up like me," She cringed, with a pause. "Best of luck to you." She said in relief.

"Thank you." Naomi nodded towards the spirit, as she disappeared into the bones. That was weird, she thought to herself, but deep in her thoughts she was glad it wasn't that thing that was in the Nurse's room.

Naomi's heart raced as she continued to walk, perhaps that was just a meaning or something. At least the spirit gave her hope, encouragement even. It gave her a bit enlightenment, fhiugh when she leaves, Seiko wouldn't be beside her. She pondered life and death. If her life would be normal after this or if she would even remember this. She wanted to remember Seiko as she was, proud to say that she knew her, and loved her while she did have her, and after death.

The only thing that kept Naomi sane for the moment was that bit of hope she had. A very feint scream she could hear quite quickly. It gave her adrenaline, and she quickly ran, the voice even sounded clearer the more she ran to it.

"Help me!" The voice screamed painfully. Naomi stopped and the sound echoed around her and she stopped, covering her head. She ran further to the sound, once she got to the point where there was no where left to go, she stopped.

Naomi looked up at the sign, it read Locker Room. She didn't care for the dash of blood beside it. She felt as if the scream were coming from the room. She banged on the door, loudly. It was locked, and she couldn't get in, so she had no other choice. "Hello?! Let me in! I want to help!"

The door handle started to budge, and wiggle. Pounding on the door follow, on the other side Naomi so desperately wanted in. The scream had diminished, gone now. Naomi backed up from the door, and took a deep breath, but the reckless pounding continued. What seemed like blood poured out from the bottom crack of the door. She wasn't sure if it was an illusion or if it was real.
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