Senpai's Heart : Yandere-chan x Yandere-kun

Chapter 2

Chapter 2
What Goes on at Dawn

I need to calm myself and ask, why am I so obsessed with a person who can't even bat an eye towards me?

I even killed people just for him to be mine. Solely mine.

But, did he noticed it? No.

Should I stop?

No.

I will never stop. I will never stop loving Senpai, and I know it deep in my heart that he's also the one for me, too. He just hadn't know it yet. And, I am going to make him know.

I tucked my head below the comforting sheets of my fluffy blanket.

Hot. I know this feeling is familiar, I cannot seem to put a finger to it though.

I put the blanket beside my body next to the blank plain wall. My eyes drifted to the clock adjacent to my bed. 01:43.

I pulled an all-nighters just thinking about him, it wasn't new at all. In fact, it was part of my daily routine. I went out of bed and knelt before the shrine I built just for my love for him.

A picture of him that I took last school opening. I can feel my cheeks burning, I bet they are tomato red now. He just looks so handsome in that black button down uniform.

This picture was taken at the school's park.

Oh.

My cheeks were burning and flustered-but it was not for love anymore, it was hatred. A burning, fierce fire of hatred was smoldering inside me. The midnight summer's heat was now unbearable with the fire inside me.

My peripheral vision was slowly consumed by darkness as the ticking of the clock went a pitch higher and loudly, vivid memories flashed before my eyes.

They are all coming back to me.

My lips involuntarily twisted into a smile slowly forming into sinister laughter as I was slowly slipping from reality and my little sanity to hold on.

My mind was screaming. I do not want to remember this anymore, I do not want to remember that I was fucking desperate to make him mine!

My heart was beating so fast---excitement or tremor, I do not know which. Beating loudly and painfully, as it feels increasing in size in every drum it rolls.

My hands do not know what to do. To clutch my painfully beating heart, to pull my hair as my temples were also beating so hard that it hurts, or to cover my eyes even it was futile.

Neither of the choices were made. I held on to the wooden floor as I screamed, even when I shake my head to every direction I knew, the flashing images were not fading. Not a dust.

My lower body felt so heavy as I cannot move it, even weakly and felt every ounce of my strength were not circulating through my nerves.

The flashing images of girls dripping in blood and my uniform tainted with stains screaming for help did not even miss a single detail from every other dawn's downfall of mine.

Until, something changed at the memories I was screaming to stop haunting me every night.

I'm not guilty.

And I will never be.

A faint voice from a distance, oddly familiar yet so buried in my memories. It was calling my name.

The darkness was eloping the sun's rays, giving birth to once again reincarnated night. Fumetsu, you should have known better.

Oh.