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Chapter 4 | wrapped evidence
There was probably a reason why the old-(Y/n) was depressed with her life, seeing as how almost empty and dull her room is. (Y/n) almost thought that no color was exisited in the room.
Books was organized on the corner, an empty desk. a very plain bed. shrugging it off and continuing to search something from her bag, three razor was found in her pockets as if necessary by her side.
"Wow, even here my life sucks."
(Y/n) chuckles when she found some original dvd player and games on the shelf. videogames were one of her favorites and maybe they still had this common from this girl
(Y/n) walked out of her room to the living room, it was so empty and quiet. it seemed like she was the only one here and her parents had left her. (Y/n) couldn't help but to pity herself.
taking away the bandaged arms, (Y/n) took the scissors from the comfort room shelves and started to tear the thick white fabricated bandaged. what she saw was unexpected.
there was nothing.
no slits, scratches or any times of trailed razors. nothing, except from the flawless (s/t) skin she has. wasn't the old (Y/n) depressed? and from what Mujo had said that she was suicidal regular-clinic teenager who had been pitied by many others.
what about the razor from her pockets? how did this happen?
(Y/n) shook her head, something vibrated from her thigh just to see a phone notification from an unknown stranger.
Unknown: hello little hatchling~ how have you been enjoying the game?
for some reason her blood ran cold, eyes still on the phone, terrified. she was unable to move. she couldn't comprehend why a mere strange message affected her so much.
Unknown: i'll see you soon, little hatchling. i hope you don't end like the rest, it's a pity when i finally see someone as intriguing as you.
that crept her out even more, what do they mean 'end like the rest of them'? does it happen to be involved about why she is here? she couldn't stretch her memory anymore.
quickly quitting the app, her eyes dangling a bit from the menu before she curiously opened the photos. what caught her attention was how almost empty her pictures are. but her eyes seemed to flicker again from the corner of her eyes.
Album-Ayano Aishi 1,562 photos
(Y/n) pursed her lips in uncertainty, there was no way she didn't miss that name from the student council's mouth. from how she could recall, Megamo seemed to spat their name with hate so much.
"...a mild concussion, i bet it is the cause of Ayano Aishi again. i swear he's getting out of hand with his sickly attempt"
(Y/n) clicked the album open, and it was filled with creepy pictures of a raven-haired male who's eyes almost looked empty and hollow, just like how people was when they died. reminding her of a malfunctioned person who doesn't have a soul. something about him was cold and very haunting, for (Y/n) it disturbed her so much that after of scrolling down with a speed, her eyes frantically roaming around. Ayano was either caught when he wes looking at something or hiding from someone. and there's that one picture that seemed out of place. it was the same raven-haired boy, but this time he was looking straight at the camera's eyes, making (Y/n) shudder in fear as if he was looking at her. she quickly exited to the home-button and shut it off.
'was i a creepy stalker? who is he? did i know him? why does he look dead?'
(Y/n) was too tired to deal with all of this, she sighed maybe a rest wouldn't hurt much from a hectic day
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(Y/n) was pretty more comfortable now that the bandaged didn't cling on her arms, it felt sticky and stenched with sweats. which she was disgusted, she was happy to say that she got rid of the thing.
she didn't managed to sleep much, who would? waking up in an unknown place and discorvering some unusual shit. (Y/n) hastily halted thinking about recalling what had happened more now since whenever she does, her head aches in pain.
the only thing that she lived with a memory with, was her being a theif and stealing goods and needs for her to thrive. she remembered how she would pickpocket on an alley and streets. and just poof- one day she just appeared here out of nowhere and her story remained mysterious, but why was she so calm?
(Y/n) for her very part on the inside was glad somehow, she was pleased for meeting this new people who swore that they knew her. how worried they were, how they cared. she's digging up her grave. she knew not to be attached with somebody else, it was one of her rules. the way she lives from her former life-or-whatever, she didn't care one bit. the society was too far rotten and corrupted.
"OPEN UP, WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!"
she cursed under her breath, (Y/n) was still stuck on how she could properly tie her scarf, she wondered why the annoying orange was on her doorsteps now.
taking up her turn to the door, (Y/n) didn't took heed when the orange smacked her head upside-down just like how he would do to Taeko and Hanako.
"What the hell?"
"We're going to be late because of you dumbass! and you-" Osano took a double turn to look at her again before observing something lack from the girl. he quickly realized that the bandage around her arms wasn't there anymore and her tie was knotted into dishelved form of a ribbon. "why are you tying it like that?! where's the loop that was supposed to be tied on the ribbon?"
"it's a ribbon, and what's wrong with it?!" (Y/n) frustratedly challenged him, she tried her best to tie up her ribbon all morning - most of the time.
"you idiotic moron!" Osano huffed, he turned behind revealing another form of a figure just to see Taeko and Hanako. (Y/n) quickly shuffled hidden from Taeko's litle brother's sight. "Taeko do you have spare loop?"
"uh- sure, here. . ." Taeko opened her bag and brought a spared loop, Osano absentmindedly took it from his crush and subconsciously adjusted (Y/n)'s tie. . . with bickering.
"you're choking me!"
"shut up and stay still! i'm doing your 'supposed' to be job here, you should be greatful" Osano agitatedly made it plain and almost-perfect tie. realizing how close their proximity were - he cleared his throat and awkwardly left (Y/n).
"goodmorning (Y/n)" Taeko smiled greeting the girl, which she replied back a faint smile. Hanako who was on verge jumping out of a rocketeer, quickly looped his arms on (Y/n)'s.
"goodmorning (Y/n)-nee~ i see you don't have the bandage now." Hanako pointed out, Taeko agreed admitting that she was amused as well. they didn't like how she cuts of course, but there was no convincing it all again. they may have never seen her cutting her wrist but surely they would expect some injuries from how thick the layers of bandage were.
walking together with the group to the school, (Y/n) noticed how the shock and the gobsmack face she receive from students.
"wasn't she always carrying bondage? where is it?"
"there wasn't even inflict or wounds there, surely it might have healed?"
"that's strange, we caught her cutting herself yesterday. why isn't it there?"
"her skin is flawless, what kind of product does she use?"
was it really weird of her having not the bondage? why was it a big deal? (Y/n) frowned from their responses, however she couldn't get fooled at how Taeko was treated like a popular student.
