I only want you to smile for me.

Unhappy

"What? Did you think I wouldn't be able to hear the patter of your blood pouding around your body?" She didnt blink, not once. They had been staring at one another for a painfully long few minutes and the eye beaming up at misaki never faltered.

It tore deep into the soul of the brunette who was no longer hidden behind the safety of these wardrobe doors.

"...misakiiiii~" said girl then flinched after hearing a pair of nails scratching down the wooden doors before her, kokoro had begun trying to use her own nails to break through the one thing separating the two.

Its imperative I move right now, shes going to break her way through, theres not stopping her. The wood is breaking beneath the pressure of her nails. If I push the door open with enough force I could knock her back slightly and get a foot ahead of her, possibly getting to another room. Surely, she couldnt break through a locked door? 

It wasnt worth even taking the time to think about a full fledged plan. 

Before kokoro could breathe out another word, misaki forced her petrified self forward. Using all the strength she could gather, the brunette pushed the door straight into the girl on the other side, knocking her back just as planned. Though it was alot less effective than oringially thought.

Misaki pushed herself forward and began sprinting upstairs, toward one of the main bedrooms that she was aware had a lock on the door.

Her palms were sweaty, kness weak, arms caving in. The brunette powered forward and turned quickly after entering the room and slamming the door closed. Messing and fiddling around with all the many locks. The sound of the chains clinging together felt so loud, every noise cutting deep into Misaki's heightened senses. 

After what felt like an eternity of locking a door, she finished  and retreated towards the bed. 

The girl on the other side had managed to get herself to the room by that time. She pressed her body up against the door, panting and breathing loudly. The blonde trailed her hand down a slab of wood, curling the bleeding digit around the curves and crevices of the patterned solid. Her nails had broken and or fallen off after forcing them into the splintered material before. The nails had been pushed so forcefully into the skin below it, they had broken through into her finger then fallen off. Leaving kokoros hands in a bloody mess. Which she couldnt care less about.

"Misaki, my nails have broken off- I cant scrape through this door. Could you open it for me?" Her voice was breathy and felt like it hid one million differnet emotions behind it. If anything misaki could hear both a manic and lustful tone to her words.

Misaki wasnt capable of speaking, she was too guided by fear. And held back by it.

"Tch- not gonna tell? How cruel misakiiiii~ I'll be back in a sec then." The presence that took up the other half of the room began fading slightly as kokoro walked away. 

For a serious moment misaki could almost give the smallest sigh of relief. The separation between them let the girl's mind start working not off purely fear and adrenalin. She could perhaps even let out a few words towards the other now.

That was until her silence was cut off strongly by the grating sound of an axe being hit against a wooden door.

"Hhhhheres kokoro~! Hahah! Did you get that reference?"

And so the fear returned as that same murky mustard eye glared directly at her. 

The loud presence returning itself to the room.