Yeri tossed and turned around in her sleep, swear beads forming on her forehead. Her blanket was disheveled and thrown on the ground, her pillow sliding out of the case, and she herself was almost falling off. One could easily tell that she wasn't having a good dream.
The sound of bedsheets rustling stopped suddenly, and was replaced by an eerie silence. For a while, nothing moved.
Then the eyes of Kim Yerim flickered open.
But those eyes didn't belong to Yeri.
They weren't at all scared, kind and safe. They now looked on with a hard, cold purpose to them, unfeeling in their actions as they sought to complete their goals.
Tonight, Kim Yerim wasn't Yeri.
Tonight, she would make her bitch of a sister pay for what she did.
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mental. ➳ yerene
Fanfictionin which a girl with psychotic tendencies befriends another dying of cancer. any lowercase is intended.
