『 Dying of Asphyxiation was seriously not my goal in life. 』
Neither was meeting a Governor of the Afterlife and getting sent to another world for a second chance at life.
Drew was assaulted by a group of men for reasons she didn't understand. Drown...
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114. Closure
To say she had bad timing was an understatement. Things never seemed to go right with Drew. Every mistake she made would always be executed in the worst possible timings. And each time-- she doesn't anticipate the consequence until it's glaring at her rightbefore her eyes.
It was terrifying.
Would the next time she wake up be a wrong decision too? If I open my eyes now, or if the next time I saw Sae, I cried rather than smiled, would that erupt a severe consequence?
Half a hour after Yuuichirou left the room, a pain burst through the right of her chest-- liquid form of agony filled her breath, rose to her throat, and showed itself with a retch of red vomit.
Her brain split itself apart, her eyes squeezing shut as the light burned her corneas. She heard something screeching in her ears, an exploding frequency bursting through her eardrums. Her nose was clouded, and she threw up blood as if there were gallons to spare.
Reaching a hand awfully tainted with crimson splotches, her arm shuffled to the side of the bed. Her consciousness waning, her impulse struggling through the constant throe-- she found it. A remote-like object at the corner, with a few buttons she couldn't see.
But she knew which button was by memory. With a shivering thumb, she made it to the nurse call button before her throat flared up and she was retching again.
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"Drew, is it true you're being bullied in school?" Eve interrogated, his brow furrowed and his gaze threatening.
Fourteen years old, Drew was lying on the sofa and reading a book. "It's no big deal," she told him, picking up a potato chip, "I mean, the most they're doing is avoiding me and calling me disgusting or something."
"Drew, that IS a big deal!" Eve argued. Taking off his apron and coming to the couch, he leaned over with a look of anger. "How did this come about? Why did they start and when?"
Drew shrugged, "last year? I don't even know why it began, it just kinda happened I guess. I do have my own friends, so it's nothing to be fussed about, geez."
Zen, materializing before her, flicked her in the forehead.
"Ow! What was that for?" Drew whined, on the verge of tears.
"Who do you think I am?" Zen asked, his voice cold and dark, solemn and absolutely haunting-- "Do you think I'll let anyone step all over my younger sister?"
Ah, Drew froze up as she suddenly remembered, Zen was a notorious delinquent in is high school days.
"Enough, Zen," Eve crouched down, his voice calm and gentle now, and sighed. "Drew has her own form of pride-- one that we haven't found yet. Indifference is her strongest weapon."
