She was sick and tired of that person.
That person had insisted on running her life, making everyone hate her, be scared of her, because of her power and how it hurt others. But it wasn't her who wanted to hurt others, it was that person.
From when she was 5, for 9 long years, that person had been tormenting her and isolating her from any hope of becoming a friend to anyone.
So, she was going to get rid of that person. Today. Now, even. She opened the front door and ran straight up to the bathroom as usual, not even saying hello to her mother. She looked the bathroom door, pulled off her blazer, threw it in a corner. She went to the bathtub, ran herself a bath, and then went to the sink while she waited. She pulled the above-the-sink cupboard doors open, and stuck her hand in.
When she pulled her hand out of the cupboard, it was holding a razor. That person shook in fear. She smiled at it. , before her face set in resolve
Yes, it's your turn to feel fear. Because I'm getting rid of you. For my parents as well as me. For the innocents you hurt. , as well as the life of mine you took over.
Then in frenzy, she started to slice at her wrists with fervour. Cut, cut, cut. She detached from herself, to such an extent that at the first sign of pain and blood, she went on rather than stopping. She went on even when the small trickle of blood became trickles of blood, turning into one big stream of it running down her wrists.
Her head stated to spin, and she felt the tears of that person. She felt weak and fading , and knew that these were the feelings of that person .But she ignored them. Why should she care about that person's pain? That person did not deserve to be alive.
Then the opening notes of a song cut the air. It was a loud, somewhat flamboyant song, the opening to a horror anime .She paused. She had forgotten her phone was in her blazer. It was probably just the damn phone company with some dumb text.
But the ringtone was enough to bring her back to is how she noticed the almost overflowing bathtub. She went over to it, shut the taps, and sat on the bathtub side.
Silvery tears flowed down her face. Flowed, flowed, and flowed. They dripped off her chin and onto her arms which were spread out in front of her.
Arms which were crying red tears.
Ok…that was a bit intense. And if you didn't get it already it is a slightly younger Aki having a mental breakdown.
I also realise there's been a bit of a gap between this and the last update. I promise to try to update more regularly .
Hope you enjoyed that.