Is This Ok? {Yuri X Natsuki DDLC}

Chapter 1

Natsuki POV

My eyes slowly opened to the sound of my alarm. The blaring continued until I tapped the button on my phone to make the house silent. I hope he didn't wake up, was my first thought as I attempted to sit up, but to no avail. Pain surged though every bone in my body, making my nerves fire off one by one. My head soon began to pound. I lift my flimsy sheet I call a 'blanket' to reveal my small, bruise-covered body. I noticed that my uniform was still on, it being wrinkled and messy covering the majority of my purple-yellow spots. There were a few that littered my legs, but they weren't as big as the others. I decided it would be best to go into the bathroom to check out the rest of my injuries.

Slowly, I crept out of bed, mindful of how my movements affected how much pain I had to endure. Once at the door, I creaked it open. I noted for the signs that he was up, the creaking of the floor boards, muttering of a hangover, and the stronger scent of booze than what the house usually smelled like. Nothing came to mind. With my chance, I darted to the bathroom as quick and quietly as a mouse. With myself in the bathroom, I shut and locked the door and breathed a sigh of relief while flicking on the light switch.

Turning towards the mirror, almost reeling back at the sight. I had a few good marks on my neck, a dark bruise on my jawline, and to finish it off, one under my left eye. Not to mention the few cuts and scrapes that were now encased in dried blood from last night's events. How the hell am I going to cover this up? My thoughts seemed to tell me, making me become more and more anxious for the day to come. For a time check, I pulled up my phone and glared at the bright screen.

4:57, about an hour before I gotta go to school, my inner voice reminded me. Noting that, I opened one of our old cupboards to find some concealer, which was the last this he ever bought me. I believe his exact words were: "Here. Use this so you don't fuck up and rat me out". Not like I would tell anyone, it would just make my life ten times worse.

After I applied the makeup, though if you did look hard enough you could see my injuries, I once again checked to see if he was awake. Once I solidify in my mind that he won't be up for hours, I booked it downstairs towards the kitchen. I go as fast as I can without knocking down any of stray bottles littered along the floor. Once reaching the linoleum floor which was covered in cracks and dents, my pace slowed down. I practically ripped open the refrigerator door as my eyes scanned the contents. My stomach was crying out to me as I looked, clawing and scraping at my insides. There was nothing but a few bottles of beer.

Letting out a sigh, I shut the door and made my way over to the couch. I dug around for what seemed like forever until I found a few dollars. Holy shit I hit the jackpot!! A smile formed on my face as I once again checked my phone. It read 5:34, telling me I needed to head off to school. I stride over to get my backpack and quietly open the front door and make my way to school.

///Le time skip brought to you by me wanting to get to the good stuff :)///

I make it to school around 5:45, living relatively close to the school, and I always try to get here early to just have some time to myself. But in the case today, I make my way to the vending machine. Normally, I wouldn't have money, but since today seemed to be in my favor, I could buy myself something. What to pick, there is so much! Maybe I'll just get something that'll fill me up. I decided on a few granola bars, and the minute I inserted the money and the racks began to turn, my stomach let out a loud growl.

Last time I had ate was about 4 days ago, and that was just something Monika gave me when I was on the verge of passing out in the middle of the club meeting. That probably would be the only part of school I want to be conscious for, it's my 'safe haven' if you want to call it that. Sayori and Monika aren't annoying, but Yuri is different, to say the least. She doesn't make me feel bad, but I just don't know how to describe it. It's like my heart is gonna jump out of my chest, and my insides melt into a puddle. And I can't help but notice her every graceful movement, the way her hair falls like a purple sea, or how flustered she gets when I messed with her.