Jin walked to school the next morning by himself, since Sayori and Natsuki had a sleepover the night before. It wasn't the same as walking to school with Sayori like he was used to, but it didn't bother him, knowing that she was in good company with another friend. The weather on the other hand didn't really make him feel great though. Clouds were still hovering over the town, and it was sprinkling.

"Looks like it's gonna rain again today," he said to himself disappointedly. He was planning to run some errands after literature club, and he didn't really want to do them in the rain. As he walked up to the school entrance, he noticed that Sayori and Natsuki were already there.

"Hi Jin!" Sayori called out. Jin waved back with a smile and walked up to them. "Did you sleep well last night?" She asked him. Jin chuckled a bit.

"Yeah mom, I slept fine," he replied sarcastically. After some small talk, the three of them went inside and went their separate ways to their home room classes.

After the school day was over, everyone scurried off to their clubs or their homes. Jin ran upstairs to the literature club room as fast as he could, and found the other four were already inside, sharing what they had been reading and writing.

"Yuri! You've gotta read this one! I'm sure you'll love it!" Natsuki begged, holding up a manga volume to Yuri. It was Full Metal Alchemist, a manga that Jin did not expect Natsuki to enjoy. He walked up to listen in on the conversation.

"Natsuki, I'm just not all that interested in reading comics or things like that. They don't typically have the same world building or character development or deep themes that regular books have," Yuri explained, clearly trying to return to reading her own book, but Natsuki was insistent upon getting Yuri to take the volume.

"Come on Yuri! I'm sure you'll like this one! It's got alchemy, creepy stuff, and death! Just like the books you read!" Natsuki said, clearly grasping at straws for how to get Yuri interested in the manga. Yuri snickered, clearly amused that Natsuki thought creepy themes were all it took to get her into a story.

"It'll take more than that to get me interested Natsuki. For the record, the book I've been reading lately is a romance novel, and it's much lighter hearted than what I usually read, but it's just as engrossing," Yuri explained. Natsuki crossed her arms and made a pouting face.

"I actually agree with Natsuki, Yuri," Jin spoke up. "I've read Full Metal Alchemist a few times myself and it's a very good manga. It's about two brothers who lose their mother, and try to bring her back to life using alchemy, but the attempt goes wrong and the main character loses an arm and a leg, while his brother becomes a soul bound to a suit of armor." Yuri's face changes to one of interest, while Natsuki's changes to one of frustration.

"I knew I should have picked something I've actually read…" Natsuki mumbled under her breath. Jin turned to Natsuki with a puzzled expression.

"Wait, you've never read Full Metal Alchemist?" Jin asked Natsuki. Natsuki's face turned red with embarrassment.

"WHAT?! You heard that?! I mean…um…yeah! I've read it!" Natsuki sputtered, trying to weave her way out of the corner she had put herself in.

"Sure," Jin said with a smirk. Natsuki handed him the volume and he turned back to Yuri, "Give it a read, I think you'll find it very interesting."

"Hmm…you know, based on your description, I think I will give it a read," Yuri said with a smile.

The club meeting continued as normal, with everyone sharing their poems and discussing a new book that Monika had suggested they all start to read. Halfway through the meeting, the rain started come down more steadily. Standing up from her seat, Monika grabbed her things from the table behind her.

"I think we should call it a meeting for today everyone," Monika said. "I'd like to get home before it starts raining harder." Everyone agreed, and they all loaded up their bags to leave. On the way out, Monika pulled Sayori aside to ask her something. "Hey Sayori, you wanna go see a movie today? I've got nothing else to do tonight."

"Yeah! That sounds fun! I guess I'll meet you there?" Sayori responded. Monika nodded with a smile. They waved to each other as they went their separate ways to their homes in the rain. Sayori walked, or rather, ran home with Jin like usual. The two tried their hardest to stay dry, but without much success.

"So you're going to the movies with Monika tonight?" Jin asked. Sayori nodded with a smile as Jin turned into the front gate of his house. "Alright, have fun! I've gotta run errands so I get to soak myself more." Sayori giggled as she waved goodbye, and Jin walked through his front door.

About an hour later, Sayori headed out to the movie theater. The rain had let up a bit, but the clouds still loomed over the town, so she hurried over as fast as she could. Monika was already there, waiting under an awning out front. "Sayori! Over here!" Monika called out to Sayori. Sayori ran over to Monika to get out of the rain, and they two of them went inside to buy tickets for a movie, making small talk along the way.

Monika bought a large popcorn bucket for the both of them. "I'm really excited to see this movie, I've been waiting for months. Do watch movies much?"

"Not often, but I do like going to them," Sayori replied. "I'm just happy to spend some time with my friends outside of club. Jin suggested it might help me with my state of mind."

Monika grinned, "Jin really cares about you a lot, doesn't he?" she enquired. Sayori blushed at the question, answering wordlessly. "Must be nice to have someone to love you that much…" Monika said with a pained expression.

"Aww, Monika! I'm sure you'll find someone who's head over heels for you someday!" Sayori said, trying to encourage her. Monika grinned a bit, but she still had the same pained expression of lonliness.

Nevertheless, she smiled and turned back to Sayori, "Well, never mind that, I don't want you to worry about me Sayori. Let's just go watch the movie." Sayori nodded in agreement, and they both walked into the theater together.

The two of them found two spots to sit towards the top of the theater. Not many people were there, so they had space to prop up their feet and relax. Before the trailers even started playing, Sayori was already chomping on popcorn.

"Hey! You'll eat all the popcorn before the movie starts, silly!" Monika said. Sayori giggles with popcorn still in her mouth.

"Sorry, it's so good though!" Sayori said in a muffled voice, grabbing more popcorn and stuffing it in her mouth.

The lights turned down after the opening trailer, and the movie started rolling. As the movie moved along however, Sayori began to feel uneasy. She felt like something was eating at the back of her brain, feeding her negative thoughts. It felt as if the very darkness of the theater itself was taunting her. She tried her hardest to just push it down and enjoy the movie, but it still nagged at her. Still several minutes passed, and it got worse and worse. Suddenly her vision became tunneled, and her hearing started to become muddy and distorted. Strange static filled her vision, and reverberating voices began to shout taunts and jeers at her, telling her how worthless and selfish she was. She had no idea why she was feeling these things. Nothing about the theater should have been activating these thoughts, there was nothing out of the ordinary about the situation. She tried her hardest to push back the panic attack, clutching her head and crouching forward, repeating to herself a familiar phrase.

"Get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head g͘et͠ ͏ou̵t o͢f́ ́m͠y h́ea̕d g̷et o͜ut̴ ́of m̴y he̴a͢d g҉et out͟ ̛o̷f ͠my̸ he̡ad g̵̡͝e̴̕͜t ̡o͏̧̨ų͟t̀ o҉f͡ ̴̛m̛͟͞y̵ ̛̛̀h͝҉e҉͢ad̸̢ ge̢t͡ o̢u̷t̛ ͢͞ơf̷ ͡m̀͝ỳ͡ ͢h̀ę͢͞a҉d̶̨̡ g̨̮͓̲̞ͣ̈́̏e͂̽̓ͩt̢͙̳̅ ͎̪̤͇͔̄̆͂ͮͫ̂o̗̗̮͆̊͊̑͐͆u͖̞̰̝̖̺ͅt̜̜ͮͪ̽ ̘͈̰͙̬̑͂͐ͮ̐͡ô͗ͨ͑̊͏͔f̱͍͖͖̈́͝ ̝̦̼̖̍̈́̓͛ͤ̅m͌ͭͪ̔y̵̭̟̱̅̽ͪ͗ͬ͒̄ ͈͓͍̣̺̭͆h̸͒ͣͥe̸̱̺̋a̢̭̰̳̥̝̰d͔̭̰̞̬ g͙̜̈̑̾͌͂̄̚e̛̘̳͗ͦț͇̻̣̖͆͑̈́ͣ̆ ͈̦̞̠̜̻͍͂̏ͯͧ͑̊̕o̲̝̩̺͆͊̇u͓͍̝̗ͬ͑́̑̇̌t̬͓̑ ̡̻̫̌ͦ̓̉ͩͦo̧̗̰̟̤͇̩ͅf̲̬͙̹̏͆̆̊̋̇͡ ̦̞̭̅ͯ̄ͫͥ̔̈m̛̘̹̗̞̿ͥy̩ ̮̭͖̹̭̈̾͆́̊̇̓h͈̻̻̃́͝e̛͕͓̞͉͈ͯa̻͉̗̹̙͓̣͑̀̋̑̋͋ͨd̟̠͖͖̞̖̬̈́̏̂ g̴̰ͤ͛͒͘͠e̷̙͖͙̯̱͍̲̺̪͂ͬͥ͐ͯ̂̑͘t̹̦͉̣̣̩̟ͧ̍͛ͩ̐ͩ̇ͮ̀͝ͅ ̗̖̳̦͙̔͛͋̇ͭo̫̩̩̮̝̠ͫ̅͂͊͋͂̄ͣ̚͘͘u̵ͮͨ̂̅ͮ̈́ͪ͏͚͕͚̹̺̹t̢̀̅ͨ̓ͥͬ̄̀̚҉͚̪̠̤̯̟̳̟̜ ͉̪̬ͬͯ͑́͟ͅo̜̺͒̌̃̌͂ͥ̄͋͘f̱̱͖͉̑͋̈̓͐̀́ ͤ͞҉͇͚̳̯̭͖͈̩̕m̸̽ͪ̒̆҉ͅy̨̰͖̫͇̦̗͈̗̆͛̈́͜͠ ̧̯̲̞̜̹̘͎͓̗̾ͨ̃ͪ͛́̚̚͞ḧ̘̜͔̼ͫ̏̐̓͛ͩ͢e̸͎̖͓̪̖̋͋̚͢a̶̷̝̜̩͒ͨͩ̑̕ͅd͓̠̦̙̳͋ͬ͌ͣ g̓́̈́̏҉̸͎̙̱͕͚̭̗̹̲e͆ͧ͋͒͋̃҉̖̣̯͓͉̘͉̬̱̮̙̰̦̭̤̩̬̩͘ţ͈̙̭͚͚̞̩̝̮̟̫̠̪̰͙̽̓̍̀͐̍͊̄̊ͬ͝ͅͅ ̶̨̭͖̭̻͓͈̤͖̞̰͓͌ͬͬ̏̋ͧ͒́͘o͚̼̟͙̠͕̱͚͖̼̤ͦ̎̀̓̈́͗̑͘͢͞ư̤̖̩̱̗̭̠͓͚͖͕̑͊̄̅ͩ̓̐͊ͯ̉͑͐́ͦ̌͟͡t̬̺̞̭̮̼͙͙̼͈͓ͦ͆̿̔̐ͨ͗̅ͨͫ̄ͤ͛͆̐ͩ̈́̍̀͜͡ ̺̝̹͕͕̀̓̆̾ͫͭ̏͋͋̾ͭͨ̆͐̃̑̀͘͜͟ö̞͚̞̦̙̩͓̼̣̹̺̤́͌̌̀̓̈̈͒̾́͌ͫ̈̚͘͝ͅf̾̽͐ͣͣ̆ͩ͋̊͊͜͏҉̢̪̙̖̫̝̤͓̣̻̪̩̼̣͕͕̗̙̦̀ ͦ͊̅̀ͣͭ̑ͬ̒͊̚̕҉҉̤͖͕̻̻̥̭̝̬̤̰̜̲̕͟ͅm̡̧̝̣͉͈̀̀̀͆̓̈͋̌ͣ̃͑ͣ̽̓̃̈̈́̚͜y̶̵ͬ̔͛́͟҉̭̭̥̼̩͉̩̜͔͇̫̝͇͍̟̙ ͙̯̮̮͔͔̻͕̤̲̜̱̘̖̯̤̰ͭͦ̐ͨ͗̄̏ͤ̿̆͋ͣ̀̚͠͠ͅͅh̡̨̛͕̗̭̘̗͎̫͙͎͚͍̋̂̉̾ͨͬͪ͐̒͜e̛̮͚̻͇̟͌̄̉̈́͆ͩͣ͠a̤͇̥̜̬̗̖͇̞͉͔͓̳ͭͮ̅͌͑̆̌́ͪ̂̇̋͐̅ͫ̑͌̐͑͜ḋ̴̶̠͇͓̞̉̋̿͗̊͌͘͝͡ g̓́̈́̏҉̸͎̙̱͕͚̭̗̹̲e͆ͧ͋͒͋̃҉̖̣̯͓͉̘͉̬̱̮̙̰̦̭̤̩̬̩͘ţ͈̙̭͚͚̞̩̝̮̟̫̠̪̰͙̽̓̍̀͐̍͊̄̊ͬ͝ͅͅ ̶̨̭͖̭̻͓͈̤͖̞̰͓͌ͬͬ̏̋ͧ͒́͘o͚̼̟͙̠͕̱͚͖̼̤ͦ̎̀̓̈́͗̑͘͢͞ư̤̖̩̱̗̭̠͓͚͖͕̑͊̄̅ͩ̓̐͊ͯ̉͑͐́ͦ̌͟͡t̬̺̞̭̮̼͙͙̼͈͓ͦ͆̿̔̐ͨ͗̅ͨͫ̄ͤ͛͆̐ͩ̈́̍̀͜͡ ̺̝̹͕͕̀̓̆̾ͫͭ̏͋͋̾ͭͨ̆͐̃̑̀͘͜͟ö̞͚̞̦̙̩͓̼̣̹̺̤́͌̌̀̓̈̈͒̾́͌ͫ̈̚͘͝ͅf̾̽͐ͣͣ̆ͩ͋̊͊͜͏҉̢̪̙̖̫̝̤͓̣̻̪̩̼̣͕͕̗̙̦̀ ͦ͊̅̀ͣͭ̑ͬ̒͊̚̕҉҉̤͖͕̻̻̥̭̝̬̤̰̜̲̕͟ͅm̡̧̝̣͉͈̀̀̀͆̓̈͋̌ͣ̃͑ͣ̽̓̃̈̈́̚͜y̶̵ͬ̔͛́͟҉̭̭̥̼̩͉̩̜͔͇̫̝͇͍̟̙ ͙̯̮̮͔͔̻͕̤̲̜̱̘̖̯̤̰ͭͦ̐ͨ͗̄̏ͤ̿̆͋ͣ̀̚͠͠ͅͅh̡̨̛͕̗̭̘̗͎̫͙͎͚͍̋̂̉̾ͨͬͪ͐̒͜e̛̮͚̻͇̟͌̄̉̈́͆ͩͣ͠a̤͇̥̜̬̗̖͇̞͉͔͓̳ͭͮ̅͌͑̆̌́ͪ̂̇̋͐̅ͫ̑͌̐͑͜ḋ̴̶̠͇͓̞̉̋̿͗̊͌͘͝͡ g̸̨͙͓̱̭̙̰̰̘͐̓ͧͪͩ̅̐̽͘ͅe̸̸̶̗̮̬͎̟̲̻͕̥̗̫̋ͤ̈́͆ͥͨͨͧ̐̽̄̈̊́͢t͍̗͈̪̘͕͓̞͈͖̪̹͇̣̹̫̽̏̔͗ͯ͘͟͝ͅ ̴̡̯̬̰͕͍̫̙̪̙͚͓͈̋͊ͮ̎͌ͥ͑͆̄͂̂ǒ̴̠̯̦̟͖͉̝̖̭͓̖̃̔͆̉̅̄͒ͩ̐͑͒̕͢͢u͗͗̾̾̏̽́҉̷̡͏͏͔̤̹̦̯t̺̳̺͙̼̱͙ͫ̑͌̑͛̈́͒ͭ̓̂̈́̀̚̕ ̡̧͕̣̝͇̤̦͈̻͙̫̭͍̭̣́̆́͑̎͐ͧ̑̇̀͠o̷̴̬̪̹͈̯̳̠͈̼̦̳̾͗̒̃ͧ̃͐ͤͭ̽ͮ͊ͯ̿͛̏̀͢͡f̛̯̜̬̭̙̔̄̑̿͐ͬͤ͑ͩ́̄̊ͧ́̀ ̽̐̏̑͡҉̭͈̘̩͈͓̺͍̮m͆̅͗̿̍̔͊̅̅͏͕̟̗̪̭̞͓̖̺͖̀ͅȳ̴̛͔̤͚͍̣͍̻̻͙̖̣͓̺̼͕̗̮̰̤́ͮ̓̐͌ͦ͑̾̊ͩ̿̂ͩ̃̋̑̔͢͝͞ ̢̡̧̰̰͔̟̠̜̭̮̺͖̝̞̦̟̣̼̾ͣ̀̈̔̆͗̂͆͐̍͊̕͝ͅh̷ͧ͂̄͐̿͊ͥ̐̑ͣͦ̒ͫ̓ͥ̀́̚҉̞̞͎͚͓͍̖͎̮̺̯̗͔̤̼̺̦͢͡ȩ̛͎̦͖̻͖̯̟̪͕̿ͧ̽̌̅́ͫ̈̈̋̆̉͆͂̕a̛̖̺̥̦͎̘͉̩͕͕̠̜̣̞̹̝̲͉̯͗̃͒ͨ̍ͭͯ͐͂̓͗ͬ̽̅̑̾͘͟͟͡d̛̍ͩͩͭ̍ͯͨ̄̋ͬ̉̉ͯ̃ͫ̍̚̚͟͠͏͖̫̦̝̤͇̜ g̸̨͙͓̱̭̙̰̰̘͐̓ͧͪͩ̅̐̽͘ͅe̸̸̶̗̮̬͎̟̲̻͕̥̗̫̋ͤ̈́͆ͥͨͨͧ̐̽̄̈̊́͢t͍̗͈̪̘͕͓̞͈͖̪̹͇̣̹̫̽̏̔͗ͯ͘͟͝ͅ ̴̡̯̬̰͕͍̫̙̪̙͚͓͈̋͊ͮ̎͌ͥ͑͆̄͂̂ǒ̴̠̯̦̟͖͉̝̖̭͓̖̃̔͆̉̅̄͒ͩ̐͑͒̕͢͢u͗͗̾̾̏̽́҉̷̡͏͏͔̤̹̦̯t̺̳̺͙̼̱͙ͫ̑͌̑͛̈́͒ͭ̓̂̈́̀̚̕ ̡̧͕̣̝͇̤̦͈̻͙̫̭͍̭̣́̆́͑̎͐ͧ̑̇̀͠o̷̴̬̪̹͈̯̳̠͈̼̦̳̾͗̒̃ͧ̃͐ͤͭ̽ͮ͊ͯ̿͛̏̀͢͡f̛̯̜̬̭̙̔̄̑̿͐ͬͤ͑ͩ́̄̊ͧ́̀ ̽̐̏̑͡҉̭͈̘̩͈͓̺͍̮m͆̅͗̿̍̔͊̅̅͏͕̟̗̪̭̞͓̖̺͖̀ͅȳ̴̛͔̤͚͍̣͍̻̻͙̖̣͓̺̼͕̗̮̰̤́ͮ̓̐͌ͦ͑̾̊ͩ̿̂ͩ̃̋̑̔͢͝͞ ̢̡̧̰̰͔̟̠̜̭̮̺͖̝̞̦̟̣̼̾ͣ̀̈̔̆͗̂͆͐̍͊̕͝ͅh̷ͧ͂̄͐̿͊ͥ̐̑ͣͦ̒ͫ̓ͥ̀́̚҉̞̞͎͚͓͍̖͎̮̺̯̗͔̤̼̺̦͢͡ȩ̛͎̦͖̻͖̯̟̪͕̿ͧ̽̌̅́ͫ̈̈̋̆̉͆͂̕a̛̖̺̥̦͎̘͉̩͕͕̠̜̣̞̹̝̲͉̯͗̃͒ͨ̍ͭͯ͐͂̓͗ͬ̽̅̑̾͘͟͟͡d̛̍ͩͩͭ̍ͯͨ̄̋ͬ̉̉ͯ̃ͫ̍̚̚͟͠͏͖̫̦̝̤͇̜ g̸̨͙͓̱̭̙̰̰̘͐̓ͧͪͩ̅̐̽͘ͅe̸̸̶̗̮̬͎̟̲̻͕̥̗̫̋ͤ̈́͆ͥͨͨͧ̐̽̄̈̊́͢t͍̗͈̪̘͕͓̞͈͖̪̹͇̣̹̫̽̏̔͗ͯ͘͟͝ͅ ̴̡̯̬̰͕͍̫̙̪̙͚͓͈̋͊ͮ̎͌ͥ͑͆̄͂̂ǒ̴̠̯̦̟͖͉̝̖̭͓̖̃̔͆̉̅̄͒ͩ̐͑͒̕͢͢u͗͗̾̾̏̽́҉̷̡͏͏͔̤̹̦̯t̺̳̺͙̼̱͙ͫ̑͌̑͛̈́͒ͭ̓̂̈́̀̚̕ ̡̧͕̣̝͇̤̦͈̻͙̫̭͍̭̣́̆́͑̎͐ͧ̑̇̀͠o̷̴̬̪̹͈̯̳̠͈̼̦̳̾͗̒̃ͧ̃͐ͤͭ̽ͮ͊ͯ̿͛̏̀͢͡f̛̯̜̬̭̙̔̄̑̿͐ͬͤ͑ͩ́̄̊ͧ́̀ ̽̐̏̑͡҉̭͈̘̩͈͓̺͍̮m͆̅͗̿̍̔͊̅̅͏͕̟̗̪̭̞͓̖̺͖̀ͅȳ̴̛͔̤͚͍̣͍̻̻͙̖̣͓̺̼͕̗̮̰̤́ͮ̓̐͌ͦ͑̾̊ͩ̿̂ͩ̃̋̑̔͢͝͞ ̢̡̧̰̰͔̟̠̜̭̮̺͖̝̞̦̟̣̼̾ͣ̀̈̔̆͗̂͆͐̍͊̕͝ͅh̷ͧ͂̄͐̿͊ͥ̐̑ͣͦ̒ͫ̓ͥ̀́̚҉̞̞͎͚͓͍̖͎̮̺̯̗͔̤̼̺̦͢͡ȩ̛͎̦͖̻͖̯̟̪͕̿ͧ̽̌̅́ͫ̈̈̋̆̉͆͂̕a̛̖̺̥̦͎̘͉̩͕͕̠̜̣̞̹̝̲͉̯͗̃͒ͨ̍ͭͯ͐͂̓͗ͬ̽̅̑̾͘͟͟͡d̛̍ͩͩͭ̍ͯͨ̄̋ͬ̉̉ͯ̃ͫ̍̚̚͟͠͏͖̫̦̝̤͇̜ g̸̨͙͓̱̭̙̰̰̘͐̓ͧͪͩ̅̐̽͘ͅe̸̸̶̗̮̬͎̟̲̻͕̥̗̫̋ͤ̈́͆ͥͨͨͧ̐̽̄̈̊́͢t͍̗͈̪̘͕͓̞͈͖̪̹͇̣̹̫̽̏̔͗ͯ͘͟͝ͅ ̴̡̯̬̰͕͍̫̙̪̙͚͓͈̋͊ͮ̎͌ͥ͑͆̄͂̂ǒ̴̠̯̦̟͖͉̝̖̭͓̖̃̔͆̉̅̄͒ͩ̐͑͒̕͢͢u͗͗̾̾̏̽́҉̷̡͏͏͔̤̹̦̯t̺̳̺͙̼̱͙ͫ̑͌̑͛̈́͒ͭ̓̂̈́̀̚̕ ̡̧͕̣̝͇̤̦͈̻͙̫̭͍̭̣́̆́͑̎͐ͧ̑̇̀͠o̷̴̬̪̹͈̯̳̠͈̼̦̳̾͗̒̃ͧ̃͐ͤͭ̽ͮ͊ͯ̿͛̏̀͢͡f̛̯̜̬̭̙̔̄̑̿͐ͬͤ͑ͩ́̄̊ͧ́̀ ̽̐̏̑͡҉̭͈̘̩͈͓̺͍̮m͆̅͗̿̍̔͊̅̅͏͕̟̗̪̭̞͓̖̺͖̀ͅȳ̴̛͔̤͚͍̣͍̻̻͙̖̣͓̺̼͕̗̮̰̤́ͮ̓̐͌ͦ͑̾̊ͩ̿̂ͩ̃̋̑̔͢͝͞ ̢̡̧̰̰͔̟̠̜̭̮̺͖̝̞̦̟̣̼̾ͣ̀̈̔̆͗̂͆͐̍͊̕͝ͅh̷ͧ͂̄͐̿͊ͥ̐̑ͣͦ̒ͫ̓ͥ̀́̚҉̞̞͎͚͓͍̖͎̮̺̯̗͔̤̼̺̦͢͡ȩ̛͎̦͖̻͖̯̟̪͕̿ͧ̽̌̅́ͫ̈̈̋̆̉͆͂̕a̛̖̺̥̦͎̘͉̩͕͕̠̜̣̞̹̝̲͉̯͗̃͒ͨ̍ͭͯ͐͂̓͗ͬ̽̅̑̾͘͟͟͡d̛̍ͩͩͭ̍ͯͨ̄̋ͬ̉̉ͯ̃ͫ̍̚̚͟͠͏͖̫̦̝̤͇̜."

"Get."

"Out."

"Of."

"My."

"Head."

She couldn't take it anymore. She stood up and stormed out of the theater as fast as she could, bumping the popcorn over onto the floor and startling Monika. She dashed out into the now pouring rain, tears streaming down her face and mixing with the rainfall. Was it Monika? Was it just a panic attack? Sayori couldn't think straight. All she wanted was to run home and lock herself in her room. She dashed home in the rain as fast as her weak legs could carry her. At least she could see clearly enough to find her way home now.

Jin had just gotten home from the grocery store, and was making one last trip outside to check the mail, carrying an umbrella in hand to keep dry, when he saw Sayori headed his direction, bawling her eyes out and getting soaked by the rain.

"Sayori! What's wrong?" He called out, running towards her. Sayori looked up and saw her boyfriend running towards her, arms outstretched. She stretched out her arms and flung herself into his, sobbing loudly into his chest.

"Oh Jin…I hate myself so much! I just want to die…everything hurts Jin…I don't understand what's going on…what's wrong with me Jin?! Why does it have to be like this?!" Sayori cried loudly. Jin hugged Sayori tightly, holding his umbrella above her to try and keep her from getting more and more wet, to little success. "I just want the rainclouds to leave, but they keep following me around, bullying me wherever I go!"

"Sayori…everything is going to be okay…remember I'm here for you. You aren't worthless, because you mean so much to me, you mean so much to Yuri, and Natsuki, and…Monika too…" Jin choked on his words. He remembered confronting Monika and hearing what she had said to Sayori. He felt like a block of lead had sank to the bottom of his stomach.

Sayori was still trembling and trying to hold back her tears as she hugged Jin tightly. "Jin…I…I…I'm so scared…I don't really want to die…I want things to be alright…but…I don't know Jin, I just don't know!"

"It'll be fine Sayori, you might have just had an anxiety attack…I'll help you through it…I'll help you through anything because I love you," Jin reassured her. She looked up at him, face and hair soaked, and still trying to hold back tears.

"If the storms and rainclouds won't go away,

"I'll be your umbrella and make it okay."

"Oh Jin…I love you to…" Sayori squeezed Jin tight. The two of them were starting to shiver in the rain as their feet were getting soaked by the water level rising on the asphalt.

"Let's go inside and dry off. You can stay at my place tonight," Jin told her. She nodded in agreement as they walked back to his house.

Jin's mind began to race. Was it really just an anxiety attack? This was the most distraught he had ever seen Sayori in his life, and it scared him to death. He was so thankful that he had been there at the right place at the right time, or he might have found Sayori hanging from her ceiling the next morning. He felt this might be more than an anxiety attack, and it frightened him. As Sayori went to the bathroom to take a shower, Jin dropped to the ground in the hallway outside and started to sob himself.

"Now everyone can be happy."