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10 | truth

Sayori's P.O.V:

Natsuki wanted to sleepover?

I was freaking out. I quickly tidied my room, which was a mess. I didn't want Natsuki thinking I was lazy...

I can't believe I agreed to this. It was so unexpected, out of the blue. As I cleaned, I was surrounded with an overwhelming feeling that something was wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.

I heard the doorbell ring.

That had to be her.

I panicked, quickly placing Mr. Cow at the end of my bed, and rushed up to the front door, and opened it, ready to greet Natsuki.

As Natsuki stepped into the light, I gasped, and fought the overwhelming urge not to vomit.

Natsuki's face was covered in blood, painted across her beautiful, fair skin. Glass poked halfway inside her skin, and her bright pink eyes were dull and filled with fear.

She collapsed straight into me, as I realised she was burdened with cuts and fresh bruises, glistening in the light.

"Who did this to you, Natsuki...?" I whispered, barely able to comprehend any of it.

"P-Please shut the door..." her voice was frail, weak, and child-like. She sounded nothing like her usual abrasive, confident self.

I obeyed her request, shutting the door and helping Natsuki to the stairs, and sitting her down.

"My..." she paused, and stared up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. She'd been crying...

"It's fine... take your time." I said quietly, sitting down behind her and rubbing her back comfortingly.

"Ow!" Natsuki pulled back, frightened.

"Natsuki! I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

"Pull back my shirt...you'll find your answer..."

I pulled her shirt up carefully at her request, and saw her back burdened with shards of glass, grazes, and bruises of assorted colour. Greens, blues, purples, and reds.

"Who did this, Natsuki...?"

"My..."

Natsuki paused again. It looked as though it pained her to admit it.

"My father..."