Black Ribbons and Shadows
The police were here. Swarming into the house after Yuki-San sent a message to them, hearing me scream. The police asked me questions, and I just...blanked out. Then Rin arrived. I threw my arms around her silently crying. She shot her most poisonous glare at them, and shouted, arguing with them. I couldn't hear anything they were saying. It was all a blurred, indecipherable mess to my ears. Everything was muffled, and I was suffocating again, drowning, voices echoing in my head. 'WorthlessWorthlessWorthless'
We left. The bloodied carpet with shards of a sake bottle, image stuck in my head, with the metallic smell of blood. Walking through the streets with Rin, hand in hand, ignoring the questioning stares, faces and streets blurring as I walked with Rin-Sensei. We stopped at a mansion with a muddy lawn, and shoes strewn about. A sign, nailed to the mailbox read, Roses, Peace and Papercuts: An Orphanage for Little Ninja's. Painted in a screaming, neon orange-red. It made my eyes hurt. Rin entwined her hand with mine, leading me up the long, long, sidewalk before ringing the bell. Someone shouted, and before I knew it, the door opened. A beautiful woman stepped onto the porch.
"Hello, my name is Konan, and I'm the owner of the orphanage," She smiled down at me, cool blue hair and amber eyes, with really light orange-ish yellow eyeshadow.