Yuri was sitting on the floor of the bathroom, alone. She knew that no one would go there at that time, and she wanted to take a moment for herself. She looked at the white walls and could have sworn that they had a million things in common with her. They were... Empty. They had to fill themselves with paint, as well as she had to paint herself with blood.
She really wanted to stop, to get some help and find better and less hurtful coping mechanisms... But her emotional pain was too strong, and her hands always ended up filled with her own blood. At this point, she felt like there was no other way out. And she was too scared to tell anyone.
She didn't understand her feelings, especially the ones she had for him... She just wanted to get rid of all of them. And as quick as possible.
Meanwhile, Sayori in the club room had the urge to pee.
She walked down the halls and went to the closest bathroom. That place where she would find a bleeding purple-haired girl.
-"Y-Yuri...!?"- She felt like puking.
Her arms were bleeding, there was some blood on the floor too. And of course, a knife was laying next to the teen's hand. She had to quickly cover her face before something terrible came out of it... Either words or something more disgusting.
-"Y-YURI!!!"- she shouted, terrified of what she was seeing. Meanwhile, Yuri couldn't believe what was happening. She had been discovered, exposed. She started tearing up. She had made a dumb mistake and was now caught in the worst-case scenario possible.
Sayori was crying, pouring like rain. She was so heartbroken and sad...And scared.
-"Yuri..."- Her voice cracked, she quickly ran towards the girl and pulled her into a tight embrace. She didn't care if she was all full of blood or caught in a disastrous situation, she was her friend and she loved her. And she would help her get out of that sickening shit, that would probably end with her death one day.
-"I-I am sorry..."- Yuri said in a low tone. She felt very guilty, seeing as the girl started to cry like crazy because of her injuries.
-"W-why did you do this?"- Sayori asked, but deep down she knew the answer to that. She had thought about doing... "It" too, sometimes. She thought that it would be a good way of coping with her problems and ending her suffering...
But she also knew that it was wrong, that it only hurt more and it wouldn't make her happier. It wouldn't solve anything.
-"P-please don't tell anyone"- She replied, ignoring her question. Of course she wouldn't answer that... It would be dumb. She was dumb, not the intelligent girl everyone said she was.
