Smiling Killing |Inspired By KILLING STALKING|

|Seven|

Something pooled in my mouth. What was it? It was warm, thick and tasted like tangy copper. Everything hurt. Everything throbbed.

Slowly, I groaned and rolled over, feeling the smooth comfort of a mattress beneath me. I spat out whatever was in my mouth, wincing as the corner of my mouth stung with the movement.

My eyes slowly adjusted, and I slowly sat up and groaned, my head pounding and my hands throbbing. For a moment, I just took in the small, comforting room I was in, and the fresh feeling of my clothes - they must of been freshly washed. There were no blood stains or marks - they seemed almost brand new.

I gasped as I saw my glasses folded neatly beside my bed, and I fumbled for them but gasped as pain shot through my hands. My mind went totally black for a moment as pain took over, and I silently screamed as my throat was red and raw. I almost fell back to my side, but I was able to stop myself from falling.

W..what was that..?

Shaking, I looked to my hands and widened my eyes at what I saw. My hand with the severed finger had a little red pattern that ran down over the back of my hand and to the wrist, and around my wrists was colourful patterns which wrapped around them.

W-what...

Red stitches..? And...blue on my wrists...?

On the stitches on my wrists, there was thick, blue ribbon of cloth, down and curled on the ground. They were sown into my skin.

I gasped and felt tears surface, and I whimpered. My skin mildly throbbed where the stitches were.

My cheek throbbed. I put a hand to it and widened my eyes as I felt stitches there too, where she had...

She had...

I shivered. I whimpered. Everything ached painfully. I clutched at my chest, feeling something against it. Slowly, I slithered a hand up my shirt, and gasped as my fingers ran over more stitches - not where I had been needing them.

W-what had she..?  What had she done...?

"What the fuck..." I whimpered.

I the held my breath as I then heard her voice.

"It's the end of the world..." she softly sung from a distance. "And my heart is torn..."

I gently reached forward, even though it was painful, picking up the glasses and sliding them on. Slowly, I started to crawl, but it became too painful for my hands, so I started to use my forearms. The ribbons dragged behind me, longer than my body.

"All peace is in tatters, and all hope is gone.."

My heart was thumping against my chest painfully. I couldn't stand it. I needed to get out of here. I needed someone - anyone - to tell me why.

Tell me why I deserved it. Give me reason to what is happening. Because I didn't understand and it was killing me.

I crawled out from the room, my body aching painfully. Why was I doing this? Was my reasoning not right?

Or did I just want to see her...?

"Ah-Rin..." I weakly called, panting as the crawling was exhausting. "Ah-Rin..."

"It's the end of the world....and my pain begins..."

"A-Ah-Rin..." I panted as I crawled into the kitchen.

"Screams of tainted blood, must I atone to my sins..?"

"R-Rin..." I pleaded. "Rin..!"

"It's the end of the world....and there is no defiance...just a world of stillness and of silence..."