T h e W o r l d E n d s W i t h U s
Start: Prologue
Shiki Misaki had never been the outgoing type. She liked blending into the crowds and pretending like the world couldn't reach her in her little bubble. When she went to the mall or movies with her friend, it was always in the back row, and awkward. Shiki made sure not to call attention to herself, and if things were left up to her Shiki would rarely leave the house. Instead she would sit in her tiny room and sketch out designs and sow clothes, like a willing Cinderella. It had always been Eri who forced her to go out of her shell and have fun. Eri had been her best friend, and Eri had been formerly mentioned 'outgoing popular type'. Eri was beautiful and talented. Eri was the one who could light up a room with a single smile, and it was Eri who had friends. Eri used to be Shiki's only friend, yet Shiki was never Eri's only friend. Eri always had reserves. Eri had the whole school in love with her, while everyone else referred to Shiki as the 'quiet girl who never talked'. Eri was bold, and Shiki didn't exist. Eri was the leader, and Shiki was the follower. It was always like this, and both Shiki and Eri suspected it would always remain like this…
Then one day Shiki died.
Eri had gone to a party that day, and Shiki hadn't been invited as Shiki never talked to the girls at school. When Eri arrived at school had meant to apologize for the argument they had yesterday, but instead she whisked away by one of the hottest guys at school begging her to go to prom with him. Technically only seniors and juniors were allowed to buy a ticket, but Eri was sure she could get around that. The distraction however cost her the entire lunch period, and her only chance to speak with Shiki. When she arrived at Rin's party she couldn't really pay attention to her surroundings and felt guilty for not speaking with Shiki, and as it ended she rushed over to Shiki's place so she could apologize in person. It was Eri's style to not just do it with a text. That had always seemed lame and impersonal to her. Shiki's parents worked late, so when she arrived at the house she had been the one to find the corpse.
No one understood why Shiki would kill herself, but the body they found showed that was the only probable cause of death. There were no signs of struggle, nothing to indicate anyone else had been at the scene, just Shiki Misaki, a fifteen year old girl dead in her room with an empty vile of medication.
No one knew Shiki had regretted killing herself only seconds after doing so. No one realized Shiki was playing a game in hopes of coming back to life, and no one could have guessed she no longer looked like Shiki anymore.
Instead she suddenly had a stunning resemblance to her best friend Eri, whom she had been jealous the entire time.
And then one day, a month after Shiki's death, her funeral long gone and past, did Shiki Misaki suddenly appear at Scramble Crossing along with three other greatly confused teens alive and well.
And that's where our story begins.
End: Prologue
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