Caught with a Yandere

Meant 25...oops

#GRADUATION!!

~Emi POV(YES I know it's only been Emi POV for a while now but I can't help it!)~

(Say 123317 if you wan't other POVs!)

~Deep manly voice: Previously on, Caught with a Yandere~

"T-Taro? You left the note?"

"Emi! I'm glad you came!"

Oh no...

~Present day on, Caught with a Yandere~

"I take it you thought I was someone else?" I shook my head, still not up to date on the whole letter, tree, Taro, couple, dance thing.

"Uh...yeah. I did. Um...sorry for crumpling your letter?"

"It's fine. Paper kills trees. I assume you know why I asked you here?"

"You want to tell me we won't work out and that you never want to see me again." I had hope in my heart as he chuckled. Maybe he'd say something overly cocky and then kick me to the curb. If only a perfect world existed.

"No." And my hope is in the trashcan. Oh, here comes the garbage truck. It's taking the trashcan...pouring it... So long, hope!

"I actually wanted to tell you..."

"Let me stop you there. I actually need to talk to you first."

"I think mine should be heard first. Ayano said it was a touchy subject." He said, sitting down. I sat down next to him. "But go ahead." 

I nodded, looking out over the school.

"I...don't know if we...this friendship...maybe on a higher level..." I trailed off, swallowing the lump in my throat and looking off to the side. He put his hand on mine and squeezed it.

"Ayano told me. I understand. I just want you to know-"

"What?! She told you?!" I flicked my head back towards him, anger in my eyes.

"Yeah. Anyways, I want you to know, you'll always see me again. Even when I graduate. I will visit you every chance I get. You know why? Because I love you Emiko. Ever since the first time I saw you. Even though I had a kohai. You were always there." 

'If only you knew...' I thought silently. 

"I'll always accept you. I hope you'll accept me." I sighed. Now that one issue was resolved...should I break the news to him? He said he would always accept me. 

'Don't think about the possibilities. Just go for it.'

Now or never. 

"Taro I-" I stopped, thinking about how I would word this. "Do you remember Emi? From your second year?" I took the chance

"How do you-"

"It was me. After the whole senpai thing I faked running away and I..." Part two? Maybe, maybe not?

"You were...Emi?!" He shot up, his fists balled and anger in his eyes. All I could do was stare at him.

~Flashback~

"You're pathetic. If I were you, I'd have killed myself a long time ago!"

"Y-You don't even know me...w-why do you pick on me?"

"See that? Pathetic."

~End~

"You-" He sighed, sitting down again. I looked over at him, scared at what he might say.

"I knew you wouldn't understand..." I stood up, walking away. I walked into the school, heading towards the roof. It was a lot less peaceful with that wretched fence. I sighed, leaning against it. I could see Taro sitting at the tree, talking to himself. I was sure if I screamed he would see me. Not that I wanted him too. It just, might be helpful. I got the feeling that something bad would happen, like my life was merely a book, being written by some ameture who can't even spell ameture right. 

"Well well well. Look who we finally found, all alone." I didn't have to turn around to know they were behind me. I simply stared at Taro, waiting for him to look up.

"Hey! We're talking to you!" I turned around this time, my head tilted to the side in mock confusion.

"Huh? What's this? A bunch of low lifes talking to me?" They shared glances before one tossed her weapon to another, walking towards me. She raised her foot, sending me back into the fence. She secured zip-ties around my wrists, trapping me to the fence. She pulled out a pair of bolt cutters, slicing through the fence.

"Taro!" I yelled as loud as I could, trying to catch his attention. Nothing. This time I screamed, hurting my own ears. I looked down, seeing him running towards the school. He would never make it. But luck was on my side. The bolt cutters seemed to get stuck, the girl weilding them getting frustrated as she struggled with them. I could hear his footsteps on the stairs. She freed them, continuing to cut until the fence bent backwards. I hung off the edge, the flimsy fence bouncing around. Wave after wave of nausea hit me, just as the doors opened. I could feel the zipties cutting into my wrists as they were the only things between me and death. And then it happened. The sickening crack. The laughs. The eerie silence. The thump. The ache in my heart as it registered what happened. The sound of doors busting open and shouts. The sound of the bolt cutters falling to the grass below. The sound of the zipties coming lose. The sound of metal on metal and metal on skin. The sirens in the distance. The sound of the zipties being cut. People thumping up the stairs with a stretcher. A paramedic checking his pulse. The sound of someone wailing. The sound of me wailing. Wailing as I looked at his body, still as a pond with no breeze. The five girls being escorted away. The memories of our fight. They all clashed in my heart. And for the first time in a long time, I felt it shatter.

~~~~~~~~~~~GRADUATION!!~~~~~~~~~~~~

Why are my stories so sad?

That fourth wall break dho.

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