Sixth Sense

Oka sighed to herself as she took her books out of her small locker. All that was inside was her favourite occult books and her outdoor shoes. She changed into them, putting her indoor shoes in her book bag instead of her locker like usual. She sighed, looking into her empty locker one last time before locking it and walking towards the school exit. She had a soft frown on her face as she slowly walked, looking down at her occult books in her arms. They wouldn't fit in her book bag, so she was forced to carry them. She kept walking until she heard a shout.
"Ruto-san!" Oka looked up, seeing Megami Saikou running over to her. Oka was surprised someone like Megami would even notice her. Megami smiled as she reached the smaller girl. "Those books look heavy. Would you like some help?" Megami offered. Oka looked up at her in surprise. She never expected this.
"I-if it's not an inconvenience to you, Saikou-dono." Oka stuttered shyly, looking down. Megami laughed lightly, taking most of the books from Oka and carrying them herself.
"Please, show me to your home." Megami instructed softly. Oka nodded her head, beginning to walk slowly home. Megami matched her pace, even though she usually walked faster. "May I ask why you are carrying all of these heavy books home?" Megami asked. Oka didn't want to tell her the truth.
"I... I wanted to do some home study of the occult." Oka stuttered, hoping Megami would believe her lie. The taller girl laughed softly, believing Oka's excuse. She would've questioned it if she had seen Oka's inside shoes in her book bag.
"How is your occult research going?" Megami asked. Oka was in shock. Nobody asked her about that, not even her own club members. All they had been was fakes who pretended to be interested in the occult. She could see past that, and it hurt. She saw pictures of them having fun together without her all the time on social media. They wouldn't care if she vanished and never returned. For some reason Megami seemed interested in her occult research, and that made her so happy.
"Well..." she sighed softly. "Me and the club members have been trying to summon a demon, but we never succeed. D-do you think we will ever succeed?" Oka asked shyly, clinging to the books in her arms a little tighter. She felt like she had given up. Megami looked down at her, smiling softly.
"If you don't ever give up, I don't see why you won't succeed." Megami said. Oka looked up at her, a very small glimmer of hope in her violet eyes. Megami was right. She shouldn't have ever given up.
"T-thank you, Saikou-dono." She stopped and bowed suddenly. Megami looked back, raising her eyebrow. She smiled softly as Oka bent back up.
"You're welcome, Ruto-san. Come on, let's get you home before it turns dark." Megami instructed. Oka nodded her head quickly, catching up to her as they continued walking towards Oka's house. They talked the whole way there.

That night, Oka looked around her bedroom. The main light was switched off, but the room had been lit up by the gentle glow of candles in white, blue and purple. All had meanings associated with what she planned to do now. She sighed as she stood up on the chair. It was nearing 9:57 pm, the time of her birth. That would also be the time of her death. She sighed as she made sure the rope attached to the ceiling was tight enough to not untie before it had done its job. Small tears in her eyes glimmered with the candlelight as she'd slipped her head into the noose. All it would take was a sharp kick to the back of her desk chair to end it all. The pain and suffering she endured would be over. Nobody would miss her. Well... maybe her mother would miss her, but she would move on quickly. She looked out of the window, seeing the bright moon in the dark night sky. She stopped, looking out at it. She had been planning this for a while, and she thought she was sure of her plan. Now she was having doubts. Megami's words hung in her mind. 'Don't ever give up'. That's exactly what she was doing right now. Giving up. She couldn't do that. She pulled her head back out of the noose, taking it down from the ceiling. She kept it tied the way it was, though. She blew out the candles and turned on the light, rearranging her bedroom so it would look exactly as it had before she attempted suicide. Nobody would know. She took one last look at the moon before closing the curtain and getting into her bed.