Throughout the entire day the mental images of that girl plagued me.
Her pulling out her scissors and her tongue just falling out of her mouth.
No matter what, her threat couldn't leave my mind. Even as I began my trip home.
That girl was probably just messing with you, you need to calm down.
Hey wait, that girl…
I looked behind me and saw another girl, different from the one who threatened me.
Her hair was waist long and as black as the night. Her hair was also, noticeably straightened. Her skin contrasted her dark hair as it was very pale, had I not known better I would have called her a vampire. She had the all black version of the school's uniform, complete with black over the knee socks and black platform shoes. She had a pretty interesting necklace too, it wrapped her neck in black velvet and held a red teardrop shaped stone decorated around the edges with a metal that looked like silver.
She held her phone in both her hands which had painted black nails. She had black earbuds in that I almost didn't see in her black hair but, something told me that she was just off…
I mean, she changed songs every time I looked over my shoulder and saw her.
Sure, I could've just been paranoid but, after I walked through my community gate I knew…
That girl is following me…
By this point I also realized something else…
That's the girl that made fun of my hair a week ago too..
I wonder why she's following me….
I gave up on looking back at her halfway to my house since I knew she'd be just behind me. When I got to my house, I figured I'd say something to her. I did have the upper hand in the situation after all, she was trespassing so if she had malicious intent I could just call the cops.
I walked until about halfway up the walkway giving myself time to put on my pokerface and not show any signs of weakness.
Alright, here goes…
I promptly turned to face her and looked directly into her eyes as I spoke.
"You're a shit stalker you know that?"
That came out more assholish than expected…
Whatever, she was stalking me.
The girl didn't speak, although it's not like she didn't make an attempt to.
"Uhmmmm…"
A whimper came from her throat as sound tried to escape from her body but her mouth seemed unable to open.
I raised my eyebrow at her and kept locked in on her eyes.
Well? You gonna let it out?
She attempted to take a step forward but to my surprise collapsed on the ground instead.
Holy shit!
I made a step in her direction but stopped myself.
Wait… It could be a trap…
I observed her for a moment and determined that she didn't fall from her volition.
I ran to her side and picked her up.
I can't just leave her here… I mean, I don't know her AT ALL she could have a serious problem…
Like me…
My mind took me back to that day with the butterfly and myself trying to grasp it in my tiny hands.
I threw myself into the air, trying one last time…
"Oh! So close!"
My father shouted encouragingly from the distance.
Before I knew it, I was lying on the ground and my desire to catch that butterfly had been replaced.
All my little mind could think about was going to sleep.
I didn't move at all, I just sat there as my parent's ran to me calling my name.
They quickly picked me up and gasped in fear.
Where my skin had met the ground it turned black and blue. It was like I had a huge bruise.
My parents rushed into the car and we sped out way to the hospital as my mother held me in her arms.
After that all I could remember was lying in a bed as the doctor talked to my parent's just outside the room.
"But that's impossible! You made some kind of mistake!"
My father shouted at the poor guy just doing his job.
"Nobody in our family has anything like this! NOBODY!"
I heard my mother say something in her sweet voice but I don't remember what.
"Is there anything you can do?"
My mother asked after my father calmed down.
"In this day and age? I'm afraid not…"
This made my mother weep.
"Not my son... "
She said over and over. She said other things as well but, her sobbing made them inaudible.
The doctor let out a sigh.
"The only thing you can do for him is say goodbye."
I couldn't really recall much else that happened on that day.
Except for the butterfly fluttering into my room to taunt me from the hospital bed.
You couldn't catch me naa na na na naaa.
I carried the unconscious girl into the house and placed her on the couch where I examined her arms for bruises and found none. I put my pointer and middle finger from my right hand and put to her neck.
Her pulse seems normal. That's a good sign.
I plopped down on a chair and turned it to face the couch.
I should keep an eye on her for when she wakes up.
I observed the rise and fall of her chest as well as the few times she twitched or moved in her sleep.
Hmmmnn… She might be a bit cold, better get her a blanket.
I rose and sauntered over to an unused room and pulled the comforter off the bed.
This should do…
I walked back and draped it over her sleeping body.
I then sat back down and observed her once again.
She almost looks like she belongs in a coffin.
I laughed at myself.
Oh, I think she might be waking up now…
Her hand moved to her eyes and began to rub them as they began to blink open.
"Good morning sleepy head."
I kept blinking, I hadn't fully entered the realm of consciousness yet, nor had my eyes fully adjusted.
I rubbed my eyes and was shocked by what I saw.
The walls and ceiling were white or, at least supposed to be. They seemed pretty worn and dirty along with the wooden floor. Directly in front of me was a worn chair with red velvet upholstery, and sitting in that chair was none other than Komaeda.
He sat hunched over with his elbows on his knees looking right at me with a calm, warm smile that I didn't know he had.
"So, My name's Komaeda Nagito, what's your's?"
He seemed friendly but, something seemed off.
Well Ayano, you've never talked to him until now.
"Umm, My name's Sakka Ayano."
I looked down and realised I was lying on a couch and that there was a comforter thrown across it.
He must've done that for me while I slept. That's nice I guess…
"Sakka Ayano, that sounds lovely."
I blushed a little and tried to hide it but, it was no use, I was too pale so my skin only turned redder.
This made him chuckle.
He went from having both elbows on his knees to just one and rested his face on the hand connected to it. I had a perfect side view of his face from him doing this.
"So, Sakka. Care to tell me why you were following me?"
His tone remained friendly so I took the opportunity to open up.
"Well, I wanted to apologize to you about uhhh. You remember that thing I said about your hair? Yeah uh, I'm sorry."
I had begun nervously playing with my thumbs making them behave as if they were attacking each other.
"Okay. I accept your apology but, why apologize today?"
He asked.
"Matter of fact, that's a pretty minor thing to apologize for. You don't have to."
"Uh, well..."
He turned his head giving me his full attention.
"I actually meant to say so a while ago but I just…"
I explained that I had been following him for a while but I just never had the nerve to actually talk to him. I even told him that he looked like he needed some uplifting today but, I neglected to tell him that I liked him.
"I see…"
He rubbed his chin, taking in what I said.
"I must seem super duper weird…"
I looked back down and fiddled with my thumbs again.
"Weeeell…The stalking is a bit weird but, you're pretty okay in my book."
He shot me a cute smirk with this statement and winked.
I thought I was going to have one of those epic anime nosebleeds where so much blood comes out the person gets blasted off into the sky so, I quickly motioned my right hand to my nose.
"What? You trying to tell me that I stink?"
He asked jokingly.
I moved my hand away from my nose and saw that there was in fact, blood coming out of my nose.
Komaeda saw this as well and got up from his seat.
"I'll get you some tissues."
"Okay."
It wasn't long until he returned with a box of Puffs.
"Here."
He knelt down next to me and pulled a tissue out of the box.
"Thanks."
I stuffed both sides of my nose with the white fabric.
We both looked at each other and laughed at how I looked with a nose full of tissues.
Komaeda cleared his throat and then spoke.
"Well, since it's dark and you seem like you shouldn't try to be getting up anytime soon anyway. You can totally stay here if you want."
I clasped my hands together and spoke joyfully.
"I would love to!"
Komaeda seemed just as pleased, if not then more so.
"Great! Would you like some tea?"
"Sure!"
"Okay then! I'll be off!"
He giddily gallopped out of sight, almost like a horse would.
He seems so happy… I'm glad to be the cause of it.
I practically glided as I made my way to the kitchen.
I haven't had a guest in years! I hope she likes my tea…
I wasted no time throwing all of my ingredients together and heating them.
I don't want to make her wait too long. I really hope she likes this, I really don't want her to think I'm a bad cook.
I mean if she thinks I'm a bad cook she won't trust me with getting her food ever again and if she can't trust me with food how can she trust me at all? AND WHEN PEOPLE DON'T TRUST YOU THEY START TO HATE YOU, I DON'T WANT HER TO HATE ME. SHE IS SO FULL OF HOPE. Well I guess if she has enough hope she won't hate me but that doesn't mean she can't dislike me..
Thoughts raced through my mind as I finished making the tea and poured it into two separate cups.
PLEASE don't let her hate me…
I walked my way back into the living room with a cup in each hand.
"I hope I didn't take too long!"
She smiled.
"You didn't take long at all, you actually got back pretty fast."
She's probably lying, I took too long. She's trying to be nice.
Or, maybe she is being honest?
I can't tell… Don't know her well enough…
I sat down in my seat and put both cups on the table. before I got comfortable I pushed her cup closer to her.
"Careful, it's hot."
She ignored my warning and made a move for it anyway. She then quickly flinched back.
"Ah!"
I felt my eyes widen with concern.
"You okay?"
"Yeah…"
She didn't sound okay but I took her word for it anyway.
"If you say so…"
She leaned back and let out a sigh.
"I think I'll let mine cool for a while."
I picked up my tea and sipped it.
"Don't let it get cold."
She smiled again.
"I won't. I actually can't wait to try it."
"Really?"
I said, unable to keep myself from getting excited.
"Yeah, really. It smells good."
Man, I never thought this day would come! Someone actually came over and said they wanted to try my tea!
Today must be a lucky day…
For once, I actually felt like my luck wasn't a curse but instead, a gift.
I sipped my tea once again and when I looked up from my cup I saw her reach for her cup.
She picked it up and blew into it a few times and then took a sip.
Please like it, please please pleeeaseeee…
I leaned in a little and waited for her opinion.
"Weell? What do you think?"
She stopped drinking and seemed to be posed in thought.
Uh-oh, she hates it. If she has to think about it then she doesn't like so she might as well hate it...
Great job Nagito, you fucked up.
To my surprise, she smiled at me.
"I really like this, what's in it?"
I can't believe it she likes my tea!
"Oh, yaknow just stuff… From my yard…"
I said humbly scratching the back of my head, completely unable to recall anything I put in it.
"Really? This is homemade? Not store bought? Wow!"
She beamed a smile of amazement.
Man, I'm really glad she likes this tea…
She has a cute smile too….
She took another sip of tea.
"So, you're the super duper high school level luckster. Right?"
I finished a sip from my cup and responded.
"Yeah, what's your talent?"
"Oh, well.."
She looked down and began playing with her thumbs again, reluctant to speak.
"'Oh, well.'? That's a very interesting shsl talent!"
She giggled at my remark.
"I don't really have a kool talent and I'm not even that talented…"
I raised my brow at her.
"Not very talented? You must be, I mean if you go to Hope's peak."
I playfully rubbed my chin.
"Don't tell me.. You're an shsl ninja aren't you?"
She laughed again.
She has a cute laugh…
"I'm…"
She began.
"Coomeee ooonnn… You already know mine!"
I coaxed.
"I'm just a writer…"
I put my hand near my mouth and mocked a gasp.
"Just a writer? How can you be just a writer? What do you write?"
She tried to hide a smile.
"Are you a poet?"
She shook her head, still trying (and failing) to hide her smile.
"No? What about a music writer?"
She laughed and said.
"That's basically the same thing!"
I acted flabbergasted.
"It is soo not the same thing! You hear that?"
I put my hand to my ear as if I were listening to something.
"That's the sound of you offending everyone in the shsl music department."
This made her really laugh and I laughed with her.
"If you really want to know I write short stories."
"Oh really what kind?"
I leaned in and raised my eyebrow again.
"Uh, I dunno, I just. Write stuff.."
She trailed off…
We talked and talked and laughed about numerous things until, somehow. Everything just faded to black.