A/N – Halfway through this chapter was when I felt like I was branching away and able to shape the story and push it in a direction how I wanted it :)

"Oh really, I was unaware you were gonna try so hard to impress our new member, Yuri!" Natsuki sneered.

Yuri stood straight up and looked down on her, but not in the shy, reserved manner that I've come to understand. The look she wore on her face was what can only be described as….malice.

"Christian, this isn't the game anymore!" Monika says while grabbing me. "We have to stop them and now!"

Monika pulls me around the edge of the classroom so we can remain out of the frame to get closer. Sayori steps up slightly to try to intervene.

"H-hey guys, I don't like fighting-," but she was ignored and cut off.

"Eh-why would you say that? Are you that full of yourself?" Yuri stammers out.

"You're the one who's been a fool of yourself! I've seen the way you stare at him in the club!" 'Oh no, ladies please there's enough of me to go around' I half-heartedly joke to myself to try and calm down my hyperventilating brain.

"Oh yeah?" Yuri shoots back. "If I was that full of myself I would make everything I do overly cutesy!"

Natsuki sneers. "Yeah well I'm not the one who's boobs magically grew a size bigger the moment Christian started showing up!"

Monika steps in, " Eh, Natsuki that's a little-," But both girls turned to her for a second.

"This doesn't involve you!" They turn back to each other, clearly leaving the lighthearted arguing behind and having the moment be replaced with contempt and rage.

"I would never do anything so shameful! You think you can just counterbalance your toxic personality just by dressing and acting cute? The only thing cute about you is how hard you try!"

Natsuki narrows her eyes. "What you do you know you stupid goth wanna-be edgy bitch?"

Yuri glares down at the pink-haired girl and continues. "Just because you're intimidated by my clear intelligence and superiority-" She was cut off by Natsuki but wasn't taking any of it. "Natsuki shut your fucking mouth!"

Monika was holding onto my wrist so tightly I was probably going to lose blood flow to my hands but at this moment I didn't care, because honestly I was just as scared.

Natsuki was shaking in rage and Yuri was towering over her with a look I never thought she could give. Sayori cowered on the far side of the room and seemed to be crying. 'What the fuck can I do?'

"Watch yourself Yuri or you might cut yourself on that edge, wait¸ you already do that don't you?" Natsuki yells.

"Did you just accuse me of cutting myself? What the fuck is wrong with your head?" Yuri shoots back, taking a step closer to Natsuki.

"Don't play coy, bitch! I've seen you in the locker rooms! You have a motherfucking barcode on your wrist!"

Yuri has a dangerous look in her eyes that sends shivers down my spine. "You want to talk locker rooms? I've seen the xylophone you have-wait those are your ribs! Still taking daddy's punches instead of him letting you eat, huh?

Natsuki seemed dangerously close to snapping. Her eyes seems to glisten as she shook in place.

"You shut your fucking mouth, or I'll shut it for you," Natsuki fires back, her voice shaking.

Yuri sneers at her comment. "Oh, solving problems with violence. I guess that makes sense. Like father, like daughter."

In almost slow motion, Natsuki jumped at Yuri. I don't know if my adrenaline kicked in or what but next thing I knew I was in the middle of the dames to drag them apart. Monika went for Yuri as I grab Natsuki.

Monika seemed to have an easier job, as when Yuri was dragged away, she must've come to the realization of the situation and had a look on terror on her face like she just then heard all the things she just said. She sat down at a desk and covered her face in her hands.

Natsuki seemed to put up more of a fight than her small stature would've seem as she tried getting past me to Yuri, flailing her arms and trying shove me off her. "You dumb bitch!" She shouted as a final retort before I carried her to the opposite wall.

"That's enough, Natsuki." I tell her in a stern yet soothing tone. I place her at a far desk, to which she also lays her head in her hands. I take a raspy sigh and wipe the sweat from my brow. 'What the hell just happened?'

The air was still heavy, but it had quieted down. The only sound you could hear was Yuri silently sobbing to herself. Monika was at her side patting her shoulder and whispering inaudible things to her, which I assumed to be her reassuring her things are okay.

I look over and saw Sayori slowly walking toward the center of the room, her eyes puffy like she just finished crying. She sniffled and took a deep breath.

"W-what is wrong with you guys?" She starts. "You guys are friends! There's no need to scream at each other!" Her voice was full of sadness and disbelief. She took another deep breath as if to collect herself. The look she shot the girls was one I never wish to receive from the cinnamon bun.

"Yuri.." She starts while turning to face the lavender lass. "..you're writing is beautiful! You use such big and expressive words that only you understand and it makes your poems that much more unique! And your boobs are just as big and beautiful as you are!"

Even though the situation is dire at the moment, I have to fight from chuckling. She has such a way with words.

She then turns Natsuki. "And Natsuki, you use simple words to convey your emotions perfectly! There's nothing wrong with having cute poems because you're just as cute as you are strong!"

I walk up next to Sayori and pat her on the shoulder. She stumbles into me for a light hug and I reciprocate. I look once more at the two girls before audibly sighing.

"s-s-s-sorry, Natsuki.." Yuri says, barely audible. "I didn't mean any of the things I said! I really didn't! I just felt threatened and.." She falters. Monika pats her on the shoulder to soothe her.

The air was quiet once more until we hear Natsuki clear her throat. "I-I'm sorry too." She gets out quickly. "..even if you started it."

I felt like that was the best we were going to get out of these two girls when Sayori lets out a little giggle and hops.

"See, we're all friends!" She says while clapping her hands.

Yuri stands up abruptly. "I-I'm er-I'm gonna go make some tea." She says quietly and hurries to the back of the room. Sayori notices her crying and goes back to reassure her.

I want to so badly go back there and help soothe her but I feel like I would be nothing more than a nuisance. Sayori, as air-headed as she may be, seems to have a secret power of being one of the best level headed girls in the club.

Monika slides up next to me and nervously chuckles.

"We make a good team, you and me, yeah?" She looked at me nervously, like she didn't know what to say. I just sigh and chuckle while turning to her and putting her in a half hug.

"Yeah I guess so.." I falter while I recall what just conspired in the room. "Is that normal behavior? Or a normal occurrence, rather? I never expected any of them to act like that, well.." I half chuckle, "Natsuki I guess I could. She seems like the kind of person to go off if she feels cornered."

I turn my head to glance at Natsuki. She's just sitting at a desk all alone, staring off into nothing.

"I'm gonna go check on her and make sure she's okay." I tell Monika. She just silently nods and pats my back. She gives a faint smile before leaving and sitting once again at the teacher's desk.

"You okay?" I cautiously say as I approach the pink tsundere. I kneel down next to her desk and cradle my head on my hand on its surface.

"Y-yes, duh. Why do you care? Shouldn't you go care about Yuri? She's the one crying over there." I glance over in Yuri's direction before turning back to Natsuki.

"Not everyone shows sadness by crying, you know that." I tell her. "I bet you're just as torn up as she is."

She's quiet for a second before responding. "….s-so! So what if I am?"

I just lightly roll my eyes and softly punch her arm. "It doesn't matter if you are, doesn't make you any less of a pro."

She tries to hide her small smile and exhales. Maybe I do have a little magic when it comes to fixing situations. I spend the rest of my time next to her trying my best to keep her mind off of the whole ordeal by talking about literally anything else.

One of her favorite topics apparently is if I'm dating either Monika or Sayori, from which I kindly told her I wasn't. It probably didn't help that I cracked some jokes about how I wouldn't blame them if they wanted me. But hey, my best quality is speaking without thinking and trying to make any situation light.

She was also very fond of anime and manga which, because of my amnesia, knew very little about. I just let her speak her mind because it was clear she rarely gets the chance to express her opinions about something she loves. It was a nice feeling, being able to give that to someone.

Before long, Monika spoke up with her signature line, "Hey, everyone!" She centers herself in the front of the room to get our attention. "I think that about does it today for our club meeting! Remember to make sure to write a poem tonight for tomorrow!"

I take a look around before addressing the elephant in the room. "eh, Monika…do you honestly think everyone is ready for that? I mean, not to make the ending sour but we can't just ignore the event that happened today." I looked at Natsuki and Yuri before continuing. "clearly some lines were crossed. These two were already reluctant in the first place to share, maybe we should find another way to get to know each other before we continue this."

Monika scans the room before continuing. "Sure, I agree that things got a little carried away but I'm certain we can put past this and grow as a club!" She flashes a smile and takes a victorious pose.

I look around the room again. I may have no memory or know nothing of all these girls, but I don't want to see this club turn from a sanctuary to a place of contempt. All these girls seem to use this place as an escape and some part of me wants to try everything I can to keep it a safe haven.

I furrow my brow and sigh. "I understand your positivity Monika and I think its wishful thinking, I just feel th-," My thought was interrupted by the sound of a chair scraping on the ground. It was Yuri standing up. She glanced down at Sayori who was at her side before sighing and looking at Monika.

"I-I think that…I would like to c-continue the poems…" She falters before Sayori pats her shoulder, giving her confidence again. "I think that it was a learning experience, and things were said that were not meant. I think it is still a good bonding experience for everyone in the club." She takes a deep breath and sighs like it took a lot of energy to speak up like that.

I couldn't help but admire her. She's a very timid personality and I'm sure it took a lot of courage for her to stand up and say something like that, even if it's among friends. I look back to Monika who has a sigh of relief.

"Well, there we have it! I'm excited to see everyone's efforts tomorrow!" And with that, the meeting was adjourned.

While everyone packed up their bags, Sayori calls to me.

"Christian! Ready to walk home?"

I finish zipping up my bag and throw over my shoulder, all 'David Hassellhoff' like (which is to say cool as hell). "I sure am." I respond, taking one last look around the room to make sure everyone is all good before I depart.

I lock eyes with Monika who was staring in my direction. She smiles at me and waves, so I return the gesture. She blushes slightly and looks like the wants to say something but keeps it to herself.

As I open the door to exit, I hear Yuri call to me from in the room.

"H-hey, Christian.."

I turn to look at her as she timidly approaches me.

"About today…" She takes a deep breath.

"It's okay, Yuri. Take your time. There's no problem in thinking before you speak," I reassure her.

She faintly smiles and closes her eyes to once again take a breath. She opens her eyes and continues.

"I don't want you to think that because of the...incident….earlier, that's how we are. Or that's how I am, rather.." She falters as she looks everywhere but at me, clearly flustered and embarrassed. "I just…I like having you in the club. It's a wonderful experience having someone new to express views with and you're understanding and respectful and.." She trails off and I can see her face burning up. "…please keep coming to the club. I promise nothing like that will happen again."

I flash her a smile. "Yuri, nothing can happen to deter me from coming to this club. You guys are my friends and I love it here. So don't sweat your pretty head over it, okay?"

She locks eyes with me like she's….searching for something before bashfully smiling and nodding her head.

I turn towards the door. "Sayori waiting on me to walk home so I'm going to head out but I'll talk to you tomorrow!"

She timidly waves goodbye and watches me depart the clubroom. I jog to catch up to Sayori who was spinning in circles at the stairwell, waiting for me. She see's me approach and hops.

"What kept you up in there, meanie?" She fake pouts at me.

I poke her nose and we start to descend and walk out the building.

"It was nothing, Yuri was afraid that I was going to leave the club or something after today." I tell her.

Sayori giggles. "That Yuri, she really does worry too much. I always wanted to know what floats around in that super smarty brain of hers."

I chuckle at that as we continue our walk. The rest of way consisted on Sayori talking about various things, like school, some games she started playing, and even about some stuffed cow she has that she oh so cleverly calls, "Mr. Cow."

We arrive at our homes and part ways. I unlock my door and enter my own home, drop my bag by the wall and plop down on my couch. I do a big stretch and knock my shoes off my feet. I get relaxed and flip on the television to unwind for a bit.

"Oh come on!" I yell at the screen as I get nova-warped from a warlock for the second time in a row. The screen flashes my loss of the match and I put my controller down, groaning in annoyance.

I glance at the clock and see that it's a little before 7. I hear my stomach rumble and feel I should get off my ass and make something to eat. I may have lost my memory but I'm not trying to lose my life either because I let a little Xbox control if I eat.

I enter the kitchen and realize I've never actually taken the time to see what I have. I glace round in the assortment of drawers and pantries I have, seeing everything from food/ingredients and all sorts of kitchen equipment. I dig into a drawer and find a cookbook on it and decide to go off of that.

I flip through the pages until I get to a page that says "Mama's Best Lasagna". I don't know why but I felt an attachment to that and decided to go with it. I do my best to hunt down all the ingredients listed and all the tools need to get to work.

As I started pre-heating a setting everything up, it occurred to me that I'm not sure if I ever even knew how to cook. Part of me felt weary, like I never did this before. 'Well, here goes me burning down the house,' I joke to myself.

As I started cooking, I realized something was missing. I close my eyes and think to myself for a moment. 'If I was back in my world, would I know what was missing?'. Like clockwork, a thought enters my brain.

I pull out my phone and switch to a music app. I run to my room to search for…something. I don't know what it was but I could feel it in my soul like a game of 'hot and cold'. I stumbled in a desk drawer and found my prize.

I take the speaker found in the drawer downstairs and see it's paired on my phone. I look at recent artists and go from there. I see a band called 'Dragonforce' and assume that I must've spent time listening to them in my other life. I hit shuffle and the music began.

As the music kicked in, I was hit with a strange wave of sadness and nostalgia. Almost like I knew exactly who this was and what song this was, how the beats picked up and slowed down, which notes on the instruments were being played. It was very overwhelming but didn't hinder my experience.

Before I knew it, my delicious dish was finished and ready to be consumed. I turned the music down on a low volume and sat at my kitchen table. The whole cooking experience was a blur. I went on autopilot as the music flowed through me. I stared at what I created and took a deep breath. I pick up my utensils and dig in.

At first bite, I had once again the strange onslaught of emotions. None extremely negative, by any means, but clearly on a wide spectrum of emotions. I felt…comfort. I closed my eyes as I felt the warmth of the bite and concentrated on the emotions. I could sense….a scene.

I concentrated on the image that seemed to play in my head. It wasn't like a dream, where you could see. It was just…sense. I could feel a smile. I could feel love. I felt family. It was warm and swept through my whole body. I couldn't grasp onto everything at once. I knew that it was a special occasion. A birthday, maybe? A long weekend from a holiday? I could feel laughter. I could feel…music. 'maybe that's why I was so attached to the sound of melody'.

As I finished the bite, the scene became obscured and faded. I opened my eyes and sighed. Maybe there is a way to get memories back? I would definitely need help though, because I doubt eating this lasagna over and over again would do the trick.

I finish my dinner and wash the used dishes. I gaze out a window hanging over the sink and see the sun slowly setting. The amber glaze of the sun bounced off of the homes and streets and painted a beautiful picture of the neighborhood. I look at the clock and decided I had enough time to clear my head and go for a walk.

I grab a jacket on my way out the door and walk to the sidewalk by the street. The air was becoming brisk as the sun set more and more. I put my hands in the pockets and went for a stroll. I had no goal for a destination or for how long, I just felt the urge to walk.

As I fazed in and out of daydreams, I felt my left hand grasp something thin. I pulled out the stringy object to see that it was a pair of headphones. I attach them to my phone and play some music as I walk.

The mixture of music and the cool air filled my body. It seemed that I found comfort in the world of melodies. I found myself getting lost in the different tunes that entered my head. I could almost sense another scene.

Happiness. Sadness. Melancholy. Excitement. Anger. Depression. Love. All these emotions and thoughts entered my mind as the musical tracks cycled. I could sense a time for all of these, but I couldn't see or remember any of the times attached to the feeling. I just knew…I spent a lot of time healing or making memories with music.

Before I knew it, the night has just about taken over. It was the final moments of dusk, the environment basked in a darker purple and blue, the street lamps illuminating my path. I noticed a park nearby and entered it.

I found a swing set and plopped down on the first seat I got to. I gently rocked as I felt a cool breeze blowing. There was something so soothing about losing yourself in your head. I realized that this was my happy place. Being able to get faze out of reality and completely search for yourself in a world only you can enter. A place where my mind was free to linger on anything it wanted, free to move on or fight, free from oppression of the outside world.

I must've spent an hour at this park, just absorbing in the beauty of the town at night. The moonlight seeped through the trees and painted a beautiful scene. The mixture of the music and the scenery made my mind wander. A song from a 'Def Leppard' played and I felt a wave of….lonely. I gaze at the scene in front of me and sigh. 'This is almost something I would love to have a lover here to experience with me,' I thought to myself.

My first thought was Monika, though I wasn't sure why. Maybe because it's the way she was so desperate for my love? So determined that I was hers? I knew nothing of her or how we would have became an item but I couldn't help but like the feeling of being needed. It felt….warm and wholesome.

Even with those positive feelings, I couldn't bring myself to just go to her and play along. She seemed too sweet an entity for me to "learn as I go", although that might be exactly what she wants.

I imagine how sweetly she smiles to me at the club and my heart slightly skips to itself. 'She really is beautiful,' I think to myself. Her emerald eyes, the way they are compassionate and breath-taking. I could honestly get lost in them. She was just under my height, which to me was still unknown but I would say I was an average height for a dude, maybe five foot nine? She held herself up high, like she had pride to uphold and thought highly of herself, almost regal in a way. She had good structure and was very…maturely developed.

I pause the music. "Have I been just sitting here and daydreaming about Monika? What the hell is wrong with me..' I silent scold myself. If she ever found this out, I'd never hear the end of it. I shake the thoughts out of my mind and decide its time for me to return to my home.

I walk into my door and glance at the clock. '12:37'. 'Damn I was out there for a while!' I sigh and make my way upstairs. I haven't even written my poem yet!

I walk into my room, toss my phone onto my bed which naturally bounces off the mattress, hits the wall and slides down the wall (nice going dork) and I sit at my desk. I put out the notebook that I used for my poems and open to a fresh page. I grasp a nearby pen and write…nothing.

Once again I have writer's block. 'Or poem block?' I chuckle at my own joke and realize how lame I am. I spend the better of ten minutes writing useless lines and getting nowhere. Frustrated, I toss my pen down and move over to my desktop computer.

Now I know, 'Procrastinating isn't good for you, young man! You need to get work done and play later'. Guess what? I need inspiration and there's nothing wrong with that! And yes I'm talking to you, Mom!

I click onto the web browser and search around the web for amusement. I stumble onto a social networking website. Somehow, I'm already signed in. I look at my own profile and see my profile picture is a selfie in my full body mirror with some decently-nice clothes, giving my best smug look.

I go through my profile to see if I can find anything that might spark more memories. Well, these aren't memories but more like….familiar senses. To my disdain, nothing triggered such an event.

I scroll through my friends list and see I have a wide array of 'friends'. People I have never seen before, sure, but I still had them. The only person I recognized was Sayori. I see an icon blinking and I click on it.

It seemed to be a 'friend request'. I look at who it was from and recognized Monika. I click "Add friend' and see I also have one from Natsuki and Yuri. I add them both and go back to scrolling through the main page, which consisted of memes, pictures and random videos from these people.

After a few minutes, I hear a ding on my desktop and see I apparently had a new message. I open the messages tab and see it was from Monika.

I open the conversation and read her message.

M: Hey, dork! What are you doing up?"

I look at the clock and see its almost 1 A.M.

C: You know, being a good noodle and writing my poem. But I could ask you the same thing!

M: You know you realllyy shouldn't procrastinate like that, you'll create a habit and starting forgetting! And I was just up thinking..

I read her message and sigh…Is this my cue to ask what's on her mind and see if she needs to talk? Being the amazing person I am, continue the conversation.

C: Oh shush, my brain works in weird ways. My best works in my life are when I don't think. And what is plucking at your el mind-o?

M: Well….nothing in particular really, just thinking about everything that's happened in the past few days…I guess namely you and stuff..

Me? Why was she thinking of me-Oh that's right, she's super in love with me.

C: Well, what about me? Is it my amazing charm and overwhelming personality?

M: Hahaha shut UP, mister, can you inflate your ego any more? ;P No, just thinking about our encounter last night and stuff….what I can do to make you fall for me again

I read her message and my heart skips. 'Shit, what is this girl planning? If I have a mommy I need her to still think I'm innocent! I only smooch the face I swear!' I inhale and respond.

C: Oh no, what are you planning exactly? I need to be mentally prepared this time!

M: Oh it's a secret ;P you'll find out when it happens

C: Well understand that I still need to learn you and you know, life and I'm still dealing with this whole memory loss thing soooo..

I hope I don't break her little heart, but luckily she seems hell bent on getting my eternal love.

M: That won't stop me! Of course I'll be patient but you…you're just my love!

C: Well ok there you emerald-eyed princess, just make sure you don't neglect yourself or other people you doof!

I hate myself for admitting this but I think I like the feeling of her chasing me. Jesus I'm an idiot.

M: You're already looking out for me, it makes me fall in love more! Hehehe you should go write your letter and get some sleep so you don't sleep in again! I'll see you tomorrow dear 3

I say a goodnight message and close out of the website and put my computer in sleep mode. 'This girl is going to drive me crazy' I think to myself. I position myself back at my desk to continue (Or start?) my poem. I sit there with pen in hand, idle and waiting for something to come to my head.

I remember Sayori's advice about just writing about what I'm feeling, with the brain fairies and such and decide to let my pen do the talking.

Stuck

I stare off into the nothing, walking down a lonely road

The sound of melodies distract me from the nagging of doubt

Moonlight lights up the pavement that stretches beyond my eyesight

I close my eyes and imagine what was lost

I feel it, edging deep in the dark parts of my mind

I don't know how to coax it. More melodies?

I fall to my knees and ponder the reality that I am not what I seem

The last breath I take will be one of code

Without a doubt, without a will, I'm stuck without a way out

Stuck without my previous form

I hear a calling and open my eyes

Its another dawn in another reality

I look my poem over. 'Man I think I might be talking to Yuri too much'. I decide it's good enough for me and the club. I fold it up and place it near my nightstand so I remember to take it when I leave. I lay down and decide that I should try to sleep so I don't have Sayori break into my house again.

"She will live for you. She will strive for you. She will DIE for you."

Her lavender eyes were extremely dilated. Her smile stretches far too wide for it to be natural. Her chest rising and falling to her breathing is a little…eccentric. She held her hands together over her heart, standing no more than 5 feet away from me. Her eyes bore into me and darted all over my body like she couldn't get enough of what she was looking at.

I felt uncomfortable. I was scared. Was I trembling? I look down at my hands and confirmed that I was indeed shaking. The way this girl looked at my made me want to run and hide.

"I'm so glad they finally got the hint, Christian! Now we can be here, together! Alone! Like we've always wanted!"

I realized I was in the clubroom. I felt for the desk behind me to hold myself up. I tried to keep my composure and posture. It was late evening and the setting sun reflected off of her wide eyes.

"You know what, I have an idea! Why don't you come to my house this weekend? Why don't we go there now? After this? We can stay there all weekend, and just be the two of us! Wouldn't that be great, Christian?"

"How bold are you? How much will you take? Can you heal her infected mind?

I hear the raspy voice in my mind once again. It coaxes me again but this time, it's different.

I stare back at Yuri, who had once again begun talking.

"Christian, I can't hold it back anymore. I don't care who knows it. I want them to know! They need to know of our love! Of our perfect harmony!"

This girl was seriously starting to freak me out. Why was she doing this? This isn't the timid girl I've come to know.

"Christian, I love you! I love you so much that I even touch myself with the pen that I stole from you! I give myself paper cuts with the poems I keep from you so your skin oil drips into my bloodstream! Isn't that wonderful, Christian?"

I stare back at her, horrified. I quickly hide my emotions, scared that any false move would tilt her emotions. She seemed very clearly broken and on edge.

"You don't understand, do you? It is inevitable. Your mind is a slave. You can't prevent this. You can't prevent her."

I close my eyes shut to block out the cold, deep laughter of the voice. My nerves are on edge and my hairs are standing up. I only just now realized I can't move. I am immobilized in front of Yuri. I am her puppet, sworn to be enveloped in her everlasting love.

"Christian, isn't it so wonderful for someone to dedicate their whole life to you? To love you forever and ever?"

She smiles wildly at me and tilts her head.

My mind screams in primal fear.

"Christian, I want all of you. Let's go to my room right now. I want you inside me. I need your seed, Christian! I want to feel you as close as I can. Christian, how amazing would that be? Don't you want to feel my body yearning for your love?"

'Yuri, please!' I think to myself. My mouth won't work. It's like my vocal chords don't exist. She lets out a loud, crazed laugh.

"Christian, I can't wait anymore! Every drop of blood inside me yearns for you! I just want to cut you open and crawl inside you! Isn't that wonderful, Christian? Please tell me Christian, tell you love me. Do you accept my confession?"

I stare at her as she lets silence sink in. She just looks at me expectantly, awaiting an answer. Her wide grin has not faded once. My mind raced. I didn't know what to say! I tried so desperately to look for anything around me to help, for a way out, for something!

She giggles creepily. "Please stop teasing! I can't wait any longer! I need to taste you! Do you love me Christian?"

My mind only echoed one word. No. No….no…..no…

"NO!" I shout, finally able to get a word out. I take a breath and let it sink in for a moment.

She stares back at me, eyes wide, grin never fading. Then, she laughed. A hearty laugh. A crazed, menacing laugh. Her head flings back as it echoes throughout the silence of the clubroom. I stare at her in desperation and fear.

She brings her head forward again and stares at me. In one swift move, she pulls out a knife.

My blood runs cold in my veins. 'I can't move, I can't move!' I say in my head over and over again as I stare at Yuri.

I watch in horror as she turns the blade towards herself and drives it straight in her abdomen. She starts crazed laughing once more and pulls the blade out, driving it once more her stomach. She pulls the blade out one final time and stabs herself right into the heart, her blood spraying out and splashing all over my clothes and skin.

She keeps her grin and tumbles to the floor, the knife removed and clanking off to the side.

Out of nowhere, I regain the ability to move. I slide to Yuri's bleeding and dying body as I start to sob.

"Yuri, no! Yuri!" I put my hands on her stomach wound to stop the blood leaking out but it's too much. I realize that my efforts are for nothing and pull my hands away, seeing her copper ichor stain my skin. I fall back to sit on my legs and knees as tears effortless fall from my face as I look at my friends lifeless body.

"Yuri, what could I have done? How could I have helped you?" I cry out to her pathetically, shaking uncontrollably.

"There is no other fate. You can not bend time. You will NOT accomplish yourself as a savior!"

The voice echoes in my head a final time until it fades to nothing.

I look at Yuri and I an immobilized again. My eyes dart around in fear until her head jerks up to stare at me, blood leaking from her tears ducts. Her eyes were lifeless and she moved her mouth in a wide grin again.

"Christian why don't you love me? What did I do? I will have you. You are mine…mine…..MINE!"

Her body lunges at me, knife in hand.

I sit straight up in my bed, sweat plastering my hair against my head. My hands and body are shaking uncontrollably. My face is sticky and stained with tears. I realized I was just in a nightmare. As it enters my head again, I get a wave of fear and depression. I feel the tears flow and I cant stop it.

I sit there and sob into my hands. It's not the nice, prideful cry that people like Monika do, where their eyes gloss up and they have single tears flow down while keeping their composure. I'm talking about ugly sobbing. Where you take big breaths and you sniffle like crazy.

I had all these emotions built up, from memory loss, to Monika confessing love for me that I didn't have, to these nightmares of the club girls I kept getting. It all came out, hitting me like a fucking freight train.

I sob for the better of five minutes, until I'm able to control my breathing. I sit and rock lightly in the fetal position, feeling pathetic and mentally drained. I scold myself for being so weak.

After what feels like ages, I sit there in silence. I feel tears stained on my face but im no longer crying. I look at my phone and see that it's five forty-five am. 'I guess it's time for me to get up anyways.'

I get up and go to my bathroom. I start to splash water on myself and stare in the mirror. It had seemed so damn real! I couldn't shake it out of my head. First Sayori and now Yuri? What the hell is going on?

I decide it's best to try my best to keep my mind off of it. I heat up the water of a shower and attempt to start my morning as normal as possible.