Doki Doki Literature Girls

Invisible Scars

Invisible Scars

"You seem pretty close to Yuri," Sayori said softly as the two of them, her and Natsuki settled down to go to bed for the night. "And Monika too."

"Yeah, they're my best friends," Natsuki shrugged, the pinkette was lying on her back on her bed looking up at the dimpled cieling, pink colored eyes only half focused on what was at hand. "I've been at this dorm for six years, Yuri has too."

"How long has Monika been here?"

"Seven years year round."

"Seven years? What about holidays?" Sayori asked, looking over at the pinkette in the dark and faded light of the moon.

Natsuki shrugged again and tucked her arms beneath her head, "sometimes she and Yuri go somewhere together being cousins and all, but she usually stays here, by herself. Atori usually accompanies her, making sure she's not lonely."

"Where's her parents?"

"Dead," Natsuki sighed heavily, "car crash when she was twelve-ish. You'd have to ask her about the details."

"Grandparents?"

"Passed away four years ago."

Sayori looked at her propping herself up on one arm, her eyebrows furrowing together in worry, "siblings? Any family at all?"

Natsuki shook her head, "none really, just Yuri's family but nobody counts Yuri's parents and brother as part of the family. Atori's family is fond of Monika, but she doesn't like to impose and prefers to stay here with Yuri when possible."

"What about you?"

Natsuki tensed slightly under her blankets, but Sayori waved it off as imagined as she quickly relaxed again. "My parents are divorced, just me and my papa. Before you ask, Yuri's got an older brother and younger sister and both her parents."

"So Yuri's the only one out of the three of you with family?"

Natsuki hummed an agreement but spoke bitterly, "if you can count her relatives as family. Monika and I are her family, and that now includes you and Atori."

Sayori rolled onto her back and gave a heavy sigh, these girls... they were all so different and yet so similar. Their lives weren't picture perfect either, and they seemed to understand where she was coming from. She took a deep breath of the essential oils in the air, oils Yuri had shyly set up for Sayori, a blend of a citrus grapefruit and floral smell that made the mean voices in her head lose their voices and leave her be in the safety of the room. I'll tell them all one day, but I'm pretty sure they already know anyway. Her blue eyes slid closed as sleep over took her.

Sayori was awakened from her doze by the creaking of floorboards, and the blue eyed girl drowsily opened her eyes, only to see her roommate sliding open the door and disappearing into the hall. What's she doing? She heaved her body to her feet, feeling her energy at an all time low even for her, and managed to make it outside where she saw Natsuki disappear into Monika and Yuri's room. The lights were dimmed but on in the room and Sayori peeked inside, nudging the door slightly adjar in the process.

Monika was asleep, the brown haired girl was cuddling a body pillow, her face smushed into the pillow while her blankets were tangled around her waist and her brown hair fanned out like a halo everywhere over her bed. She was lightly snoring, a gentle rumbling noise with each breath she breathed.

Yuri's desk light was on, and the purple haired girl was awake, lying on her bed with a pillow tucked under her head and shoulders and her laptop resting on her knees where she was typing at a lazy speed, earphones in her ears.