Second Decay
Chapter 9
Taniguchi and his Mother's funeral is the following week.
Disclaimer- I do not own Haruhi Suzumiya
Taniguchi and his mom's funeral was the following week.
I felt like throwing up; my tie was too tight, my head was spinning, my hands were shaking, I was biting my lip to keep from crying. My heart ached. Sasaki was crying. Kunikida let a few tears slide out. Haruhi cried. And the rest of the class. I felt extremely bad for Taniguchi's dad. His life was ruined. I had ruined his life. Just wanted to die. Whoever that lady was, she was after Haruhi, not Taniguchi. Isuzu was crying hysterically, my mom had her arms around her. Though the tears wouldn't stop.
Why?
Why wouldn't they stop?
Who did this to us?
Who killed us?
Who's killing us?
Who?
Why?
What did we do to deserve this?
What did we do?
They lowered the coffin into the ground. That was my breaking point. I finally let the tears out. My hand slide under my bangs to hide my dry eyes. Haruhi's hand slid into mine and gave it a squeeze.
"Don't cry." She whispered.
"It's my fault he was killed. I killed him." I whispered back. I haven't told Haruhi about the mysterious woman yet.
"Why did he have to die?" Kunikida asked. He rested his head in his arms. We sat in an old style Diner.
"So what can I get ya?" A plump woman stood at the end of our table. "Sure are dressed fancy. Wedding?"
"Funeral." Haruhi said with her hands in her lap. The woman's face saddened.
"Oh, well sorry for your loss." Haruhi nodded back at her.
"Um, just Coffee." The woman scribbled it down.
"Commin right up."
I turned my head to look outside the window. It was night. Rain poured. Wind violently blew. My eyes focused to my reflection, which looked ugly. Wrecked hair. Bags under my eyes. My eyes focused back to outside. I looked at the bushed violently blowing with the wind. A tiny white face with a long nose appeared in the bushes
Flash
I blinked. Nothing.
Suddenly the whole Diner started screaming.
I blinked. Nothing at all.
Ahhhhhh
Ah-
Bagul haunts people. Drives them to their deaths. First it's only one. Then the number starts to grow, and grow, and grow. You cannot stop Bagul's plans, for he is the demon we most fear. His heart is dark and sinister. You cannot kill him no matter what. No one ever lived to tell us what he wants. Or who he is. Or what he looks like.
We have done research for decades, but all we found was a symbol. The sun of death. When you see him, you can't escape. He wants you to play his game. He's with you all the time, constantly. He owns you. We was once normal. But now….
Authors note: Yeah yeah, make fun of me. It sucks i know. I'm trying to make this scary and suspenseful but i just can't. I suck at writing horror. So bear with me hear and i'll try to make it better. Oh and head's up, the next chapter will be gory and bloody and evil.