Chapter 15- Disenagrating

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A/N: You know what I own. If not, go check.

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"No! Piko! You have no right, you jerks-" I was being held down by officers now, kicking and flailing.

"Piko! Piko!" The white monster smiled at me.

Then, red covered my vision.

"Piko! No! No!"

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It was this vision that made me awaken, suffocated. I gasped, pushing at the red bindings around my neck, struggling fruitlessly to get free. My vision was quickly darkening. Alarmed, I rolled over, falling onto the floor and finding a patch of light. I wriggled through until I was out, panting hard.

I saw my clock and swore.

2:26. PM.

Well, it's not like the school's fully ready yet.

Rather, it's still in pieces.

I've been going to one of my teacher's houses to learn, always lonely and upset.

The bottom two stories of the school were saved, but above it, the other levels were swept clean off.

It was almost suicide for anyone to go in there right now.

However, at least seven students, all in one group, decked out in full armour-which consisted of hardhats, disposable one-piece suits, hair nets, saftey goggles, and a lot of bike passing- had ignored the teachers, went in, and rescued at least thirty people's stuff.

In the first go.

The second one, they got around fourty nine or fourty eight, I can't really remember. The most recent one, the third try, got them fifty six bookbags in total. They'd sorted everything, opened desks, did a lot. Everyone who got their stuff back was nearly in tears. Miku's had been found on the second go, and Rin's on the third.

If I want mine, I'm going to have to dig for it myself.

And for Piko's.

It's been only a day, and yet his words are nearly faded away, which made me try to write them down, but I couldn't remember what they were anymore. I paced frantically, then threw my chapstick onto the wall, bury my face into my pillow, and cry myself to sleep.

Again, that question haunted my dreams, coaxing the unwanted nightmare back out.

It was just a nightmare, as it'd never happened.

I hoped a lot of my other dreams were just dreams, too.

Except for the obvious one.

The first one I'd had that day, the trial day.

Of course, my Grandma Mizzi was dead, and Miku and Rin would probably force me to wear heels. I cannot balance in those things at all.

I felt more tears, so I did what I've been doing to distract myself- I pulled out a few strands of hair.

A pain to make me forget the bigger injury.

After I threw the hairs in the trash, I got up. I walked back to the empty cliffside, feeling watched. I bought an ice cream, one for me, and one...

I wasn't going to finish that, or I'd be drowning in my own tears.

I walked to the very edge and stared at the ice cream in my hands.

That hollow, empty feeling returned, making my heart crack again.

I stared at the clouds, watching a little white, fluffy duck drift across the blue sky.

Then, I heard a small cough.

I turned around to see both Miku and Rin. So they'd followed me.

Well...

I didn't care. It's not like there's anything to hide anymore.

"Hey, Gumi. You got out quick."

It was Rin, her voice high pitched and fearful. Miku looked a bit smug.

"It seems you're alright, huh?"

Alright? That's a pure lie. I'm disenegrating. Literally.

"Do I look alright to you?" She nods, Rin tries to back up, but Miku grabs her and wheels her back to me.

"Well, I'm not." They're true, hollowed words. It feels like my heart is gone, which doesn't intergrue me. Instead I feel a bit of gratitude... no more pain to feel.

"Well, we wanted to go shopping since school's over, and to cheer you up after having been slashed in the throat-"

That image, replaced with Piko, returned my hatred.

They had no right!

"Get away from me." It was coldly said.

"Gumi, we know you're really upset, but-"

"Don't even say another word, Hatsune." I was that pissed. She was going to mention him and think that I was so selfish that my own injury was insanity alone?

"We should go, Miku, Gumi needs some alone time-"

"She is perfectly capable of getting up and handing a few slips of paper to a random person!" Miku came towards me, but was stopped by Rin.

"Just go away. I'm not in the mood to talk."

"Miku, let's go-" Rin was tugging on the tealette's arm, but the latter was digging her heels into the ground with all she had.

"No!"

"If you want your death, I'll be happy to give it to you." And that felt like a statement I could sympathise with.

"Miku, let's just go-"

"But... Gumi, you're hurt..."

"Go away!" I picked up a glass bottle that hadn't been there yesterday, but I'd ignored until now, and threw it. It shattered on a rock beside Miku because my aim sucks.

The shards still hit, and she screamed a long, drawn-out scream. I turned away, looking out at the clouds again.

Rin ran with Miku, who she carried carefully. I heard their footsteps go away, I felt their general warmth disappear.

I didn't want pity.

I wanted for the world to stop being idiots.

Fat chance that would happen.

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