"NO!"
"NO!'
"I DON'T LOVE HER
I DON'T LOVE HER
I DON'T LOVE CHIKANE-CHAN!"
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Himeko woke with hot tears streaming down her cheeks. It was the fourth time this week.
She had another dream.
Another dream about Chikane.
Another dream about her.
Another unwanted dream.
Tormented, she continued to scream in her head, trying to get rid of these lingering thoughts of touching Chikane, kissing Chikane-
"NO!"
"NO!"
Himeko slammed her head against the headboard of her bed.
She glanced down at the scars upon her right wrist. Cutting seemed, really, the only logical way to
distract herself from these thoughts...these thoughts of Chikane and her-
"I DON'T LOVE CHIKANE-CHAN! I LOVE OGAMI-KUN!
I LOVE SOMA-KUN!"
Panting, she reached for a relatively sharp, small, old knife that was given to her by Otoha. Reasons why she did this were unknown, but Otoha was a strange person anyways.
Himeko just barely grazed the skin of her wrist, but stopped, looking up, at the sound of that heavenly voice:
"Himeko... are you ready for school yet? We will be late if you keep sleeping in you know"
Chikane has the voice of one thousand doves... and one thousand crows. Why?
Himeko smiled to herself softly, and made one, quick, horizontal cut.
Perfect.
Just like Chikane.
Himeko fought back a tear, and placed a thick bracelet upon her wrist.
"Almost Chikane-chan! I must finish up a few things!"
Her voice, unfaltering, the same sweet, soft voice she's always had...the same mask-like voice.
A few moments later, she opened the door, eyes bright, smiling, all of her seemed to evoke the warmth of the sun.
All but her mind, that only evoked the coldness, the darkness, of the moon.