Mine: A Yandere Story #Wattys2015

20.

Chapter 20

Copyright @tohlia_laya 2014

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Your POV:

You sat on the bench for around twenty minutes, trying to evaluate your life. Your eyes were fixed on the ground, and you were constantly twirling a strand of your hair, out of nervousness. You tried to think logically, but nothing processed through your mind.

"Are you okay?"

You looked up, and saw a girl with crazy red ringlets and wearing a bandana strafing at you. She looked the same age as you, possibly older. Her hands were on her hips, and she was looking at you directly, searching for an answer in your dull eyes.

"I'm fine," you reassured the girl. "Just a little tired."

"Oh, okay," she said, but didn't continue down the path. Instead she held out her hand. "I'm Sandara, nice to meet you!"

You smiled, a tiny spark of hope rushing through you. Did she want to be your friend? "My names Sakura, it's a pleasure to meet you too." Despite the years, you hadn't forgotten your manners.

"Yeah, well," Sandara said said nervously. "You look rough. Are you sure your okay? Do you have a place?"

You shook your head, but what use could a stranger do? You had no idea about her, what type of environment she lived in, and yet when she offered you to come back to her house, you agreed silently.

You walked to her house in complete silence, but Sandara was chatting away. She told you about her old life in America, and coming to Japan for new experiences after a falling out with her family. She were partly interested, and didn't even consider the fact that she could be lying.

Sandara lived in a cottage on her own, away from the ruckus of the city. Both if you entered, then sat down in the cosy living room which had a blue theme to it.

"Judging by you not having anything, I take it you have no clothes?" Sandara asked you.

"No, these are all the clothes I have," you said sadly.

"It's okay, you can wear some of mine," then Sandara smiled at you. "Sakura Chiyoki."

Your eyes widened in fear. You were sure you had only told her your first name, so how did she know your second? "W-What?" You stuttered.

"Don't panic," Sandara laughed. "We went to the same junior high in Ameirca, when you were living there. Remember the fat girl who fell off the stage in the nativity?"

You tried to refocus your mind to back when you lived in America for a year, but you couldn't even remember what you done last week. Oh, that's right, plugged up in hospital.

"Well, that's me," she said, with a big smile on her face, that kind of made you wanted to smile back. "I hope your not freaked out or anything."

"No, no of course not," you reassured her.

Sandara smiled at you. "You can have a shower if you want. I'll get some clothes for you, so don't worry about that. Upstairs, literally go down the hallway and it's right there."

You thanked her then made your way upstairs, taking the directions that Sandara gave you. Sure enough, you came to a lukewarm bathroom with a homely feel, if bathrooms even had homely feels. You stripped down out of the old clothes that you found and stepped into the shower. You immediately began to relax a little as the hot water hit your body, refreshing you.

Once you had finished your shower, you had found that your old clothes had been replaced with a pair of black leggings and a blue sweater. You changed into them, then headed downstairs and found Sandara in the kitchen.

"Thank you," you called out to her. "Thank you thank you thank you---"

"Woah!" Sandara laughed. "Calm down girl! I'm glad your grateful." She then came over to you, and gave you a hug, which you gladly returned.

Maybe, just maybe, you could start a new life.

But as he ran through the forest, his heart pounded at every thought that he was getting closer to you.