Chapter 1
Glass shatters echoed throughout the room from the plate's impact. The female sighed in exasperation, face twisting in anger and breath harsh. Moving the stick in her hand, she tapped the ground, coming in contact with the shards that splintered across the floor. Slowly stepping back to avoid stepping in the shards, she stumbled backwards only to hit the table with her legs and tip forward onto her knees into the shards.
A loud yelp emanated from her lips, liquid trailing her limbs as the shards pressed further into her pale porcelain skin. Tears found their way to the floor, as she stretched her hand carefully to find her stick. Upon finding it, she managed to use it to rise, limping slowly and cautiously to avoid any more glass hurts. The phone. The phone it was on the table, she just had to get to it. If she got to it, she could call for help, she just had to get to it. The blood continued its gashing onto the floor in steady pitter patters.
The phone was always on the center table in the living room. Everything was always where it had to be, except for that stupid plate Hanabi brought in by accident. Her sister seemed to not comprehend the ramifications of her actions. Everything had to be where assigned, no glass cups, plates or anything of the sort were allowed. When she arrived at the table she wiped her hands to and fro in a panicked scurry to call for help. Her head was slowly feeling lighter, she was feeling faint. Unfortunately her day wasn't in for any brightening as the phone whisked off the table to place itself underneath the sofa.
She couldn't get to it at this point, even if she wanted to. She had to ask for help before she passed out and left her fate to her fiance, friends, family or worse her neighbors. She shuddered at her body being found due to its unceremonious scent emanating from being marinated in her own blood. She wasn't ready, she just wasn't ready to die. Not tonight at least, she still wanted to marry the man of her dreams. She still had hope for her future. She didn't want to be alone anymore. She had finally found someone to spend the rest of her life. She couldn't die now.
Stumbling quickly, she hit her cane on the front door, opening it with the little strength she had left she trailed her finger over the wall till she met a door knob. She didn't know her neighbors, she was always inside and only left when she had company to aid her. She just hoped and prayed her neighbor wasn't a person who kept weak, vulnerable girls in their apartment for child procreation. She shuddered at the thought but she had no other choice, she couldn't yell, she was going crazy dizzy and weak. Urgently, she tapped her cane on the door as hard as she could, she got no response and kept tapping desperately till she heard a shuffle within the room.
"Dammit, who the fuck is that?" she cowered at the tone and choice words and was rethinking her decision to bother this neighbor. But before she could wobble down to the next neighbor, the door swung open and a cold breeze passed by her.
"What the hell do you want?" a cold voice muttered. He must have been asleep.
"P-please h-help.." was all she could utter before her body gave up on her, her fate left to the stranger and his morals.