Afflict
Shiena keeps asking herself how.
She woke up spilling a couple of inaudible groans as she turned back to her side after turning off the alarm. Awhile later, she's up and on her feet, facing herself at the bathroom mirror with nonchalant hazel orbs staring back at her and a red toothbrush trapped in her mouth.
She was close to the reflecting object, but it still was blurry despite it situated just right in front of her – not that it would have changed anything. She already knew; a very bad eyesight (sleepy ones on top of that,) and unkept chestnut hair sticking out everywhere. Whatever. She thought right then and brushed her teeth.
It was a typical morning. Not by a bit any less than the previous ones. So how?
A caffeine-filled mug had followed, but was hardly finished.
She wasn't even running late. She didn't need to feel so either, but she was rushing and there was a feverish air to it – to her. Around her. It also smelled of sinister. A familiar scent of pure cunning just like how it all was when she was still part of the group with a perfect plan ready to be utilized for an ensured reward to be claimed.
In an oddly different and, maybe, questionable attire, she found herself walking a familiar route to catch a bus.
Perhaps, the afternoon was completely different from the previous ones. Still, how?
How did she end up from slipping in an empty computer room and successfully getting through Myojo's system and breaking down countless of firewalls, to the prison's visiting area, waiting at one of the many tables situated in the room, regretful than she has ever been her entire life.
What the fuck was she thinking?
"Shiena-chan?"
Oh. There.
"My Shiena-chan!"
There's her former classmate and roommate getting chastised by an officer who escorted her out of her cell for practically dashing to the table she was occupying, but the inmate only laughed it off.
"Ta.. takechi."
Now she sits right across her and she could have sworn she saw a familiar flicker in those azures that screams for the worse. Somewhat similar to whenever Shin'ya appears every sunset in a sense, but not quite so to say. There's darkness within those menacing pools that makes the tiny hairs on her nape rise.
"Did you miss me, Shiena-chan?"
Thank God the handcuffs weren't taken off around her wrists.
Still, she wonders how did she end up visiting Otoya of all people.
