To Fear or Be Feared || Umeji Kizuguchi x Reader || COMPLETED ✓

CHP. 10 • Rainy Day •

Y/N groaned as her head rolled to the side, feeling as though a truck ran over her. She tried to move her hands and gave a small noise of surprise once she realised that they were bound by a tight rope. Memories of the previous night surged through her mind, or was it two nights? Y/N couldn't remember. Suddenly, the door to the dark basement opened up, revealing none other than her tormentor.

"Thought you'd never wake up" he muttered lowly under his breath.

Y/N gave him a blank look as he made his way over to her. She tried not to shiver as his cold hands began unraveling the rope, finally freeing her stiff joints to move.

'If you wanted me dead so badly, why didn't you kill me?' she thought in her head, cracking her fingers in the process. Her father left the basement, allowing Y/N to move at her own pace. She slowly, but painfully, got up and began to move towards the exit. She hobbled up the stairs and quietly shut the door behind herself. Y/N made her way upstairs and went straight to the bathroom. She grabbed the first aid kit to begin tending to her wounds, quietly sitting down on the edge of the bathtub in the process.

She examined her wounds closely, her eyes widening due to the extremity of them. Trailing down her arms, torso and legs were huge jagged incisions which were currently scabbed over and stiff. Y/N winced but began to clean them out nonetheless, dabbing at the exposed flesh with antiseptic. It took a while because she had to clean and bandage them up, in such a way that would allow her to go to school the next day, as well as to move normally, however, in the end she managed. Once Y/N was done, she sighed and packed everything away, beginning to walk towards her bedroom. Hopefully, her father would just let her rest for the night.

Even though she had only woken up a mere half hour ago, Y/N was already exhausted, not to mention how hungry she was. Her stomach growled in protest almost consistently, but Y/N chose to ignore it. As she lay in bed, all she could think about was how hard tomorrow was going to be. Would she still be able to act as tough as usual when she was so heavily injured? Or... did she even want to bother acting like her usual self?

As Y/N pondered this, a light tapping noise brought her attention to the bedroom window. It had started to rain, and Y/N's eyes lit up as she watched the little droplets making their way down the glass, creating little trails as they did so. She watched as some of them merged, sailing past the tiny ones, or eating them up along the way. Y/N sighed and grinned wistfully, rolling onto her back, her arms spreading around her.

But she supposed that the droplets were a somewhat accurate representation of the human race. After all, it was in many ways the same concept; the big and powerful eat up the small and helpless.