Sayaka had finished cleaning up the school bathroom rather quickly after Homura left, worried that Saotome-sensei would send someone to check on her that wasn't Homura next time. She didn't want to stay in this school even a moment longer then she had to, knowing that Hitomi was there, stealing her childhood love interest from her. Just the thought caused her stomach to clinch, making her want to throw up.
At that moment she hated Hitomi more than she had ever hated anyone. She had feelings of such hate that she had even contemplated in murdering Hitomi. She knew that her thoughts sounded very childish, but Hitomi knew how she felt about Kyousuke and still... and still...
Sayaka took in a deep breath to stabilise her breathing. She was sure that she was going to tatter her arms even more than they already were when she got home. Her hands were shaking from how upset she was from the situation and she felt that she was lucky that she could even manage to get her legs to allow her to leave the school.
The whole walk home was the same, she cursed about the situation under her breath and she was shaking. Her blood pressure was high and she felt nauseous from the utter betrayal she was struggling with. She planned out many brutal ways she could murder Hitomi in her head, but ultimately decided that killing Hitomi wasn't really going to do any good. Sayaka felt that she was probably going to commit suicide before she would kill Hitomi. If she murdered Hitomi, then Madoka would be left alone.
Sayaka got home and unlocked the door. She slipped her shoes off and put her house shoes on, not even mumbling out that she was home, fully aware that her parents weren't home from their workplaces yet. She left the door unlocked and started to the bathroom, not even trying to avoid hurting herself again.
She threw her school bag down on the floor and pulled the bathroom drawer open, leaving the bathroom door ajar. She put the box cutter she got from the drawer on the counter, before pulling her sleeve up and pulling the wrap's end to release the velcro. She unwrapped her arm without any elegance and threw the wrap onto the counter once she was done pulling it off. She pulled the gauze pieces off of the wounds and didn't even seem bothered at all of the bloody gauze squares she was having to throw away.
Once she got everything off of her arm, she immediately began looking for parts that weren't cut as she pushed the knife out of it's protective cover. She let out a frustrated sigh at the lack of space left on her left arm. She put the box cutter down and pushed up her right sleeve. There were a lot less scars there, as she was not left handed so cutting with her left hand was always frightening because she didn't have control. However, today she didn't care. She could cut too deep and die and she really didn't care enough to take any precautions to preventing that.
Sayaka picked up the box cutter with her left hand and put it to her wrist. She ran it across her perfect skin and flinched. Because of the lack of scar tissue on her right arm, the box cutter hurt worse than she had expected it to; however, that didn't prompt her to stop.
Sayaka ran the blade across her skin again and again, making dozens of deep cuts along her right arm. She felt a little dizzy by the end of it when she looked down in her sink, seeing the red streams she had created with her blood. She didn't regret it though. She was glad that she was finally doing something right. If there was something she could do properly, it was cut herself. She was one of those emo kids right off of the websites with the blades on chains around their wrists and deep scars that decorated all of their limbs.
She closed her eyes and let the throbbing pain pulse up her arm. She thought of Hitomi and Kyousuke and smiled, her thoughts no longer hurting her. 'Hitomi can have the bastard. He is so oblivious to any advances anyway, she can deal with him.' Sayaka thought, gripping her hands as she spoke. Both of her arms throbbed again when she did this.
Finally, after more than ten minutes basking in the glory of her slit wrists, Sayaka finally opened her eyes again and decided that it was about time that she start cleaning up the mess before either of her parents got home. She turned the sink on full blast and ran the box cutter under the flow. She made sure all of the blood was off of it before retracting it and putting it back in the drawer. She ran her arm under the hot water, washing all of the blood off, despite the fact that a few of the cuts were deep enough that they were going to need stitching.
She cleaned off the counter and let out a sigh. She felt tired and didn't want to stitch up her arm. She opened the cabinet under the sink and grabbed the package of gauze. She sat down on the lid of the toilet and put gauze carefully on all of her cuts, including the ones on her left arm. She took in a deep breath before using her wrap on her right arm. She went under the sink again and found a self adhesive tape and decided that she was going to use that for the other arm. Normally she would have used medical tape but her mother noticed just the day before that they were running low again and Sayaka couldn't explain to her why.
Once Sayaka got all of her wounds covered, she pulled down her sleeves and grabbed her school bag. She took that to her room before going back into the restroom. She grabbed the grocery store bag from the trash can and taking it out to the trash can outside. She quickly put a new bag in the restroom before going to her room.
She let gravity pull her to her mattress as she sighed. She reached into her skirt pocket and pulled out her phone. She had a text from Madoka asking if she was alright and a missed call from Kyouko. She quickly responded to Madoka, letting her know that she was okay, just feeling out of it and that's why she left school early. She didn't want to call Kyouko back.
After what felt like hours of staring at Kyouko's name on her cell phone screen, Sayaka finally tapped the call button as she pushed herself into a sitting position, cringing the entire way up.
"Hey, Sayaka." Kyouko's voice rang out on the other line.
"I'm normally in school about now, you know that right?" Sayaka said, despite knowing that more than likely Kyouko didn't care about that.
"Ah, shit, I forgot. Are you still at school?" Kyouko said, before making a noise that sounded suspiciously like a crunchbar being bitten into.
Sayaka sighed, "I normally would be, but no, I'm at home. I left early." Sayaka told Kyouko, as she stared at her desk.
Kyouko was quiet for a second, leaving Sayaka to assume that she was eating. "Are ya feeling bad or something?"
"Meh, yeah. I'm just... Um, I'm just tired is all."
"You're lying. What's up?" Kyouko caught on to the hesitation in Sayaka's voice.
"It's nothing. At least, it's nothing that I can change, so there's really no point in dwelling over it. Anyway, did you call for a reason earlier?"
"Ah, yeah, I did. I was wondering if you wanted to go hunt some witches tonight with me. Maybe we'll get lucky and run into some drama with that weirdo girl with the sheild."
Sayaka let out a sigh, "I'm sorry, I don't think I'm feeling up to witch hunting tonight. Maybe tomorrow night?"
Kyouko made a thinking noise before agreeing with Sayaka, "Yeah, okay." She sounded disappointed. "But, hey, you know if you need anything, I got your back."
"I know. Thanks, but I'm sure I'll be fine." Sayaka said as she looked down at her right arm, which was a in her lap. "I'm going to let you go, okay?"
"Yeah. See ya tomorrow." Kyouko said before hanging up on Sayaka.
Sayaka put her phone down on her bed and let out a sigh. Her hand was hurting and she wasn't in the mood for anything at that moment.
Her let her eyes close and let her mind wonder. She thought about school and Madoka and Homura and Hitomi and Kyousuke. She clenched her hand every time she thought about Kyousuke. She knew that she was losing him to Hitomi and there was not a damn thing that she could do to stop it.
Right when she felt herself drifting away, she received a text from Homura. She read it and let out a chuckle. Homura wanted them to not act friendly around others. Even though she claimed that it was because she didn't want them to seem suspicious, Sayaka felt like there was another reason behind it, even though she wasn't going to say anything.
After her phone finally fully woke her up after three texts from the transfer student, she got all the way up. She stood from her bed and listened carefully, checking to make sure she hadn't slept through her parents getting home. When there was nothing but silence from the rest of the house, she walked to her door before going to the front door. She slipped out of her house shoes and into her outdoor shoes before leaving her house, locking the door behind her.
She began walking. She didn't know where she was going, but she wanted to be anywhere but home at the moment. She was sure that Saotome-sensei had already called one of her parent's at their jobs and that they would come home angry at her, so she just wasn't going to be home to face them. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she didn't want to be home.
After lots a walking, she ended up at the junction of Homura's apartment. She decided that this was an okay place to be and started in the direction of Homura's place.
Without warning, or even knocking, she walked into Homura's apartment. "Hey, are you home?" Sayaka asked as she slipped her outdoor shoes off.
She was a little weirded out when there was no response, but continued into the apartment. If Homura wasn't home she would wait for the girl. However, school had been out for a few hours at that point so the only reason she could think of that Homura wouldn't be home would have been because of witch hunting. Maybe Kyouko invited Homura...? Sayaka shook her head at the silly thought. Kyouko hated Homura more than Sayaka had.
Sayaka walked through Homura's apartment, not even taking into account that this was not her home. She finally walked into Homura's room, where she finds the time traveller soundly asleep.
The tomboy is quite surprised at the sight of her vulnerable Homura looks when she's sleeping and decided that it would be best to leave her alone to rest.
Sayaka, after many moments of contemplation, she decided that she would sit in the living room and wait for Homura to wake up. She didn't want to be a bother, but she didn't want to leave either, so being quiet and letting Homura sleep was probably her best option.