Unlimited Chances

|13| Changing Fate

{} Aria's POV {}

I let out a loud tired yawn, covering it with a spare tan hand. I raise my arm and gaze down at the silver watch on my wrist. It reads a smidge past 10:40 pm. Has it really only been that long? It feels like hours have passed.

I rub my eye before taking a peak around the corner. Only a deserted hallway with tightly shut doors bathed in red light gaze back at me. A sigh escapes my lips as I lean heavily against the white wall. I let my head rest against it's cool surface and my eyes roam the vacant area. The buzzing of lights and the small tick of my watch are the only things that pierce the silence surrounding me.

I adjust my right hand's grip on my notepad in my hands. Scribbled sketches and random doodles litter the paper, several of them abandoned during creation. None of them are of decent quality. It actually grew disheartening in my efforts to actually draw something nice. I guess I don't have a talent in art. I can check that off my list.

I shift my weight on my feet, trying to ease the throbbing from standing still too long. I mindlessly gaze down at my knitted poncho, tracing the pattern with my eyes. Noticing the triangular gaps knitted into the garment to give it a bit of flare. I can even see as far as every individual white string used to knit the poncho together. If I really wanted to, I could focus and see the strands making up the string itself, twisted together to create yarn.

Man, I am bored out of my mind. I think tiredly, letting out another yawn. I really wish I could take a nap right now, but the poking in my back reminds me of the knife sitting nice and snug. A reminder itself of the murder that is up to me to stop. I groan under my breath, momentarily closing my eyes. Why is it that this burden falls on me? I know preventing this murder is a good thing... But why me? An amnesiac of all the people here. I'm pretty sure Kyoko or Sakura are far better candidates than me.

I shift my position on the wall so I'm leaning on my back as I look at the tiled floor. Why are we even in this mess anyway? No one remembers anything happening other then them arriving at this school. Junko even mentioned how the big vault door blocking our exit wasn't there before when she arrived. I gently grasp my flame pendant with my left hand, rubbing my thumb over the smooth surface. And that Monokuma character... Who is he? What's his motive for sticking us all in here? Aren't we all just high school students? I know we are supposed to have special talents and all, but still... I let out a heavy breath and message my temple. All these questions with no answers aren't helping my tired mind.

A swishing noise broke the air. My heart jumped at the sound. I quickly press myself against the wall, barely peeking around it's corner to not be seen. I make sure to keep all movements silent, but I swear anyone out and about could hear the pounding of my heartbeat.

A pale face and weary blue eyes search the area around them. Forcing me to slide back behind the wall before they could see me. Now the pounding of my heart fills my ears as I struggle to keep my breathing steady and silent. I can feel the nervous energy from the adrenaline in my veins eradicate the drowsy fog that lingered over my mind. I take a few tense seconds to ensure my presence remains undetected before steeling my nerves and forcing myself to peek around the corner.

It's Sayaka. There's no mistaking it's her as she walks down the hall of the dormitories. Her long, blue hair swaying behind her with every stride. Luckily, her back is turned to me. Unluckily, it looks like I will have to follow her if I want to know what she's up to.

I really don't like this... I quietly put down my notepad, flinching at the sound of it scrapping against the floor. I freeze, watching Sayaka's form. She doesn't pause in her step. She must have not heard me.