Fallen leaves (discontinued)

The argument (2)

TW : self harm

Yuri POV

As I walk into the room I saw Sayori turn scarlet red while sharing with Monika. I guess it's time to share our poems. I to the fangirling Natsuki, I lightly tap her shoulders. She jumped in surprise.

" D-do you want t-to share the poem?" I asked her.

"Sure or whatever " she replied bluntly. I gave her mines a she shoved hers to me. It's really cute.....just like her. WAIT what am I saying?! I looked at her she seems rather.... confused...

"Y-yours is k-kinda cute" I said.

"C-cute?! You miss the whole intire meaning behind it. It's not supposed to be 'cute' I could barely even understand yours. It's like you just jumble a bunch of words, from the random word generator and smack it on this piece of paper!"

I feel a bit taken back it was supposed to be a compliment after all, then I feel anger boil inside me."At lease I tried! This could be written down by a kindergartner!" I exclaimed

"Oh so your calling me a kindergartener, thanks for the 'support ' from a third year. You always undermined me and think I'm like some one who is always shorter then you."

"Short enough to go look under vending machines for money then!" I scoffs at her

Tears suddenly started to roll down her cheeks. I've gotten to far... "Whatever it's not I care anyways!" She shouted before running out the room. Sayori saw all of this and tried to run after her but lost when she ran out of the room.

"I'm going to use the restroom."

Once I was in side I pull out my pocket knife. Feeling the cold sharp object against her skin made it even better. One cut,two cut . I started to inhale sharply due to the pain but it pleasured me nonetheless. When I was going to make another slit slit.

"Hello? Is some o-one in h-here?" I dropped my knife and saw the door slowly open. No! I can't let anybody know I cut myself.

To late... I saw Natsuki standing in front of the door eye wide and full of surprise and sadness. She stood there her hands covering her mouth her eyes were still puffy and red. Did she cry after she left?

"Why did you do this to yourself Yuri?" Her voice was laced with concern. I walked past her to the sink, quickly washing out the blood.

"Why do you out of all people care anyway? It's not you would so get out of here if you want to be useful." I said in a monotone voice.

"Well the least I could do before I leave is bandage you up." She went out of the door and a couple minutes later she came back with some gauze. "Give me your hand." She then proceeds to wrap my arm. She is good at this I wonder how....

" N-natsuki how a-are good at this?..." she flinch at the question.

"Oh... you know when....some times... the school teach first aid?....yeah definitely...." I knew she was lying if the school did teach it why didn't I saw it, but we're not the same year so I guess that explains it.

"Oh... cool." I continue to watch this short cute pink haired girl bandage my arm . Wait...... CUTE?! I feel my self heat up.

"Ok I'm finished now, and Yuri?"

"Yes?"

"Keep this you might need it later on." She then hand me the gauze.

"Why do you have th-" she ran out of the restroom before I could even finished the question. Weird, maybe she got it from the nurse but the nurse is like on the other side of the building and at ground level she.. she can't go down and up here in a couple minutes could she? I started to wonder but then I just let it slip anyway how she got it still won't do any harm to know right?

I went back to the clubroom. I see that Sayori and Monika left already. Natsuki was panicking while keeping her stuff "bye, Yuri see you tomorrow!" She then ran out of the room leaving her book bag here. Why did she left it here. I shrugged it off and went back to my desk and start packing up.

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A/n well this took a long time at least it's longer then the rest I guess...... it has 726 words in it and in so glad it's somewhat long. Hope you like reading in Yuri's POV , again pls tell me some feedback and how to improve my writing , I'm sorry if there's any spelling mistake

Signing off