The Eve and The Sacrificial Bride [ Diabolik Lovers ]

Speeches with Kido

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[ song of the chapter : murder song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) // aurora ]

夢。
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I was in white space. Nothing else was there in the empty space, just me in my sleepwear. I would've spoke by now, but I couldn't. It was as if my lips were sealed, covered by invisible hands.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1," A voice sung, echoing through the void, a shiver running down my spine.

'Why was it counting down?'

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1," The voice was feminine, and before I knew it, my vision had blurred as I fell forward, clutching my head as a scream erupted from my throat.

"What a pain."

"She deserves to be hung."

"She should die."

An image of a young girl with water being poured to her frail body. The laughs of children fill my ears and my mind as excruciating pain is felt inside my head. It was as if a hand was squeezing the life out of my brain, it's nails digging into it.

"He holds a gun against my head. I close my eyes, and–"

The sound of gunshot deafens me as I scream once more, my nails digging into my scalp. No doubt that I would shed my own blood soon.

"I am dead."

The chanting of the children echo through the void; a name.

"Azami! Azami! Azami!"

A k a z a w a , M i y u k i .
< 17 : 00 ; sakamaki household. >

"Yure te igan da sekai ni tatta boku wa

Sukitotte mie naku natte

Mitsuke nai de boku no koto o mitsume nai de

Dare ka ga egai ta sekai no nake de

Anata o kizutsuke taku wa nai yo

Oboete te boku no koto o."

My eyes flutter open as I sat up, gasping for air. Wiping away the sweat rolling down my skin, I grunt.

'It was just a dream.' I kept telling myself, shaking my head while hopping off the bed provided for me as I walk to the bathroom, opening the lights which make me squint. The dark bags under my eyes are evident, making me look like I haven't slept ever since 2005. Nice going.
Slowly undressing myself, I step into the shower, taking a cold shower in order to fully awaken myself.

➖

Upon setting foot out the limousine, I'm greeted with the intense glares of students along with insulting whispers. Paying no attention, I make my way to the stairs, the music blasting out of my earphones blocking out the annoying student chats that continuously annoyed the hell out of me. Call me a hater if you want, but it's the truth.