References to drugs and drinking! Also, very gory violence stuff Don't read if your sensitive to any of those things.
The girl quickly gets ready for yet another Friday. Another day dressing up in black. Another day filled with worry. Another day not even knowing if she will come back.
She wants it to end.
Oh god, she pleads for it to end.
But there's still a possibility...
These meetings are killing her, physically and mentally. She loses most of her money and barely has an income with occasionally buying stuff for her friends. She doesn't want them to worry. She can do the worrying for them herself.
She tugs on her hood, covering almost all of her face with shadows. Someone has to take a risk, that meaning herself. She needs to redeem herself from just being too weak. She's pushing herself. She knows if the days won't end, her sanity will. She's pretty sure that he knows that too.
She sits on the window, about to climb down, when she sees a shimmer in the moonlight. The gun she had on that 'mission'. She stares at the vacant gun, thinking. There was only one bullet loaded in the gun and it was too risky to get more. However, she could finally make this terrible cycle end peacefully.
She wanted that more than anything.
She grabs the gun and silently slips out the window, eventually falling to the soft gentle grass.
She sits uncomfortably on the grass at their meeting place. It's late. It's too late. She had never seen him late to one of their meetings. They were both on time and ready to do whatever they had to do as quickly as possible.
She felt goosebumps along her skin as she shrivers into her sweater, trying to warm herself. The wind, however, brushes against her body, making the sweater useless.
She looks up at the moon, hoping that this situation can dismiss itself so she can just go home. But it never did.
She stayed shivering outside for who knows how long, wishing and hoping that this will end. That she doesn't have to use the gun in her pocket and the phone in her hand. Even after everything. The murders. The shooting. The mistrust. She still believes that her best friend could change for the better!
...
Even if that belief is growing thinner each day. Even if she just declared that she was his slave last week. Even if he robs her out of money every single week and makes her life a living h-
She jumps when she sees a larger shadow in front of her but relaxes when she knows who it is.
"Are you okay, Haru?"
The boy, Haru, only nods and walks to sit in front of the girl, shocking her. He sighs, pulling out his gun.
"I'm too tired for this," he says almost slurring. "Come on, let's go."
The girl frowns, grabbing a fist full of dirt out of anticipation. She had already put her gun in a secure place a while ago. All she had to do is to act normal.
She gets a little closer to him, her eyes gazing over every part of his body. The moment she detects anything wrong with him, she will put him at gunpoint and call the police. Yes...that was the plan.
"Did anyone see you do this."
"No."
"Did you lie about the amount."
"No."
"Do you have a weapon."
"No."
A tense silence grew between the two. The girl almost considered just running for it before Haru sighs deeply again.
He looks up, completely devoid of life. White rings wrap around his brown pupils. His body slightly shaking.
"Hey," he says, his voice hoarse.
The girl snaps to reality to the gentle sound of his voice, so familiar but weird. He hasn't talked to her like this in...forever! She looks into his eyes and immediately knows why. She backs away instantly.
"Haru, what-"
He cocks his gun and she shuts up.
"I didn't ask for your opinion."
The girl turns away, hurt. "Sorry."
He looks at her disgusted before laying down in the grass.
"Life is short, did you know that?"
The girl nods her head, biting her lip. This is weird. Why is he being so laid back with her?
"But with happiness and joy, it could be fulfilling, right?" The girls nod again, thinking about her own experiences with the girls.
Haru gets up again, boring his brown eyes with her's. Silence again.
"Do you think how fucked up life is without any of those things."
The girl's eyes widen as she tries to console him. He groans at her sympathy.
"Stop it, your annoying."
"Haru your-"
"High? Yes. It's your fault, dumbass."
The girl opens her mouth to speak but all that comes out is silence. Haru's gaze is the same, numb and lifeless. It was a gaze knew for a long time.
"I was emotionless for a long time. Not caring about joy or pain. I always thought of taking my own life because it was useless. Until I met her, Monika."
The girl tenses at the mention girl's name as she took a shaky step back. Her gun was so close.
"Monika showed me the light in the world and my first emotion, love. It felt so amazing, to be able to feel anything. So when she declined my confession..." Haru's emotionless gaze turned into a wicked smile. The girl backs away, studdering a reply.
"T-There was no need for you to shoot up the school though! We could have helped you!"
"Your no help to me. Coke does just great."
"It's not-"
Haru stands up suddenly, causing the girl to back away enough to hit a tree.
"Life is fulfilled with happiness and joy. This isn't any of them." He brings the gun to her head, smiling with that same wicked smile. The girl's eyes widen.
"Let's end this, then."
"W-What?"
This wasn't what she wanted at all!
She dodges the first bullet luckily as she stands up to face him. "Haru, your high."
Haru ignores her, frowning slightly. "When she declined my confession, it brought up a new emotion, anger. Do you know how I dealt with my anger?"
"...H-Haru don't."
She dodges yet another bullet as she stares at him, pleading. Unforntantly, she doesn't mean anything to him. She could rot in hell for all he cares.
"Murdering all who took her away from me!"
Haru aims bullets at her feet, making her dance. She dodges them barely.
"Haru," she pants. "This isn't healthy! None of this is!"
Haru stops his merciless punishment on her for a moment. The girl perks up, the tiniest glint of hope in her eyes.
"I bankrupt you. I murdered your family. I am about to murder you. And yet...you still stupidly think I have a chance to...'redeem' myself. Why is that?"
The girl stared on in wide-eyed shock. Wait, why is she doing this? Pleading to save him. Letting him emotionally drain her. There should be no logical explanation.
And yet...there is.
She looks him right in his white ringed eyes. "This isn't you, Haru! You, the real you, wouldn't do this! Snap out of it!" Bitter tears washed over her face while her form shook wildly as she tried to convince him. No, convince herself, that he simply isn't the monster that he is.
"Please..."
Haru looks on unamused as the girl quietly wept.
"You don't get it, do you? I'm emotionless. Barren. Empty. The only reason why I became your friend was that I needed to act normal. Now I only need Monika." He shoved her into a nearby tree and her weeps only could be heard as a whimper.
"Get over it, Sayori."
The still dazed girl, Sayori, dunks just in time for another bullet to miss her skull. Instead, it brushed over her hood, making it fall limply to her shoulders. Her coral hair shines in the moonlight.
She wipes her eyes and quickly hid from him behind yet another tree, thinking for any plan. But she was still dazed and his words stumbled into her head again. It shook her to her very being. She was friendless until the literature club. Her very first friend was a lie.
Sayori wondered what else was a lie. Her friends. Her family. Her life. What's stopping her from just stepping out there and letting herself get shot?
A bullet hit the side of the tree she was standing behind of. A few wood splinters plunged themselves into her skin, but thankfully not the bullet. Still the feeling of splinters in her face and warm sticky blood running down her face wasn't pleasant. She thought to run and find her gun before thinking about something else.
She hid it in the dirt near the tree Haru was currently standing by. Going close was assisted suicide (which if she very thinks about it wasn't really a bad thing, but she realizes that her friends are waiting for her and suddenly wants to prolong her death just a bit) so she runs far into the woods as possible to have cell phone connection.
Haru surprisingly takes his time and walks, causing Sayori to have a lead.
She runs for a good while and hides in a nearby shrub, pulling out her new cell phone. It was almost identically to her old one because she went to the mall last Saturday to get it completely customized. To the last 'Doki'. She even had her old phone number transferred to this one if others got suspicious if she had a different number.
She goes to her contacts and frantically tries to find anyone who lives here. Monika was, unfortunately, the first one and she decided to just to keep her voice down. It wasn't like she had anyone else.
Monika responded by the second ring. Despite her overworking problems, she was actually a very deep sleeper. She deserved that sleep too, so Sayori normally wouldn't bother her. Except this wasn't anything normal.
"Mmm... Why are you awake, Sayo?" Monika eventually says, drowsy out of her mind.
"Hehe, sorry! I was just not tired."
Monika lets out another yawn before composing herself from over the phone. If Sayori feels a pain of guilt of waking her so early she doesn't show it.
"Are you outside? I figured that it's really windy out there!"
"Yeah, I'll be fine." She mutes the phone as soon as she hears a bullet flying over by, followed by the tormenting of Haru's voice. He's not far away.
"Anyways," she says, unmuting the phone. "Do you know where's the nearest police station is at? There's no wifi where I'm at."
"Is Natsuki's dad targeting you. I swear when I get my hands on him..."
"Oh no... I just need to...deal with warrants!"
Sayori could practically hear Monika's unease over the phone.
"...You know you could tell me anything, right?"
Sayori's guilt washes through her very being at Monika's sad tone. Still, she can't vent now. Haru might find Monika's number again and it was very annoying and scary
Sayori sighs. "I'll tell you everything when I get back," she whispers. "But this is very-" She mutes the phone yet again as a bullet shoots into the bush almost inches by her. "-very urgent."
She could hear Monika sigh from over the phone. "The nearest police station is ten minutes by our house. Be safe, Sayori. I'll be waiting."
Sayori smiles slightly. "I will. Love you."
"Love you more. Bye."
The phone call disconnects.
Even if Sayori wasn't the best at math, even she knew that it will take longer to reach the station. This part of the woods was far from her home and him shooting her on the sidewalk was out of the question. Poor outsiders would probably get hurt and it would be all her fault.
Calling the actual police was a no too. He would kill her on the spot and leave the scene afterward. He's skilled in his evil act, too skilled.
So that left the only option, to get him herself.
Since he's away from the tree momentarily, she could run as fast as she can to dig it out and shoot him. Then she could call the cops and get this situation over with.
He's skilled, but Sayori's willpower overpowers it tremendously.
She peeks out from the shrub to see that he has gotten tremendously closer to her, only a few more steps until she was fully his.
Using only her flight-or-fight responses, she guns it.
A trail of gunshots flies by behind her, pecking at her feet. One actually skins her ankle causing her to fall and land her face. She was very close anyway, so she didn't mind as much as she should have. She scrambles behind the tree, her tree, and looks around for...
"The dirt pile!"
A small hill of dirt was just in front of the tree, the same dirt she grabbed with her fist. Thank the stars she used a landmark. She wouldn't see if he didn't skin her ankle and it was too small to actually mean anything, but still.
She digs up the dirt pile eagerly and to her relief finds her gun. It was already loaded (thank god) and set up to her advantage.
She never actually used a gun before, not even knowing how to cock it (it was cocking, right?) nevertheless shoot it. So she just clutched it in her hand, ready for anything.
Haru was waiting for her too, gun in hand. Truth be told he was on his last bullets. He couldn't resist himself, having Sayori scram and scream was the highlight of the day. However, the fun has to end soon.
"When are you giving up. You can't fight forever."
"I'm not going down to the likes of you!" Sayori frowns, trying to cock her gun. Was it already cocked? Sayori had a hesitation to pull the trigger and Haru can see it all around her.
"It's a weakness," he says, completely ignoring her last retort. He walks towards and given her posture she wasn't going to step back. "Your kindness is a weakness. It makes you vulnerable to people like me."
Sayori pursed her lips together, not knowing what to say. Her mind keeps on echoing it's true, but her heart is saying that kindness won't work on anyone. But she doesn't want Haru to be that 'anyone'.
"So I'm going to say again, I'm not your friend. I'll never be your friend. Got it, bitch." His white ringed eyes dilated as a wicked smile is plastered on his face. His body shook wildly of excitement. "Sayonara."
"No!"
Sayori tries to shoot her own gun, but Haru grabs it and turns her to her side, banging her left arm against the tree. She could feel the warm blood trickle on her arm as she yells in pain. But no time for that, Haru aims for her head only to get her shoulder.
Sayori bites her lip and pushes him away from the arm she hasn't injured. Then she kicked him his foot, causing him to drop his gun. He wastes no time and punches her, causing her to bang her head against the tree stump and fall on her butt.
She holds down on her wound to keep her from bleeding out. He had shoot three bullets near the same place, creating an even bigger hole. She grunted in pain, trying to keep consciousness, before searching for her gun. Unfortunately for her, it was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes glided up to Haru, who towered over her.
In his hands, her gun.
"A non-lethal. How sad." He pulls the bullet from its tail, throwing the gun away. "You're really hopeless, aren't you?" He laughs silently.
Sayori frowns at him as if this was a normal conversation. Even if she wants to live, she wasn't that afraid of death. She spent too much fantasizing over it to be afraid. But dying hurts (she's currently bitting her lip to keep from screaming all those insensitive words that her mother said to never say, even to her deathbed) and she had a question or two to the man she once called a friend.
"What are you going to do? We both have no bullets left and if you wait until I bled out, morning will come," she says, slightly slurring. She looks over to the horizon which already had a purple hue that proves her point.
It was true, Sayori was going to die before the sun comes up, they both knew that. However, Haru didn't have until the sunrise. The police are still looking for the crack addict.
And then he grips the bullet in his hand.
"Don't worry, this will only hurt a bit."
Sayori whimpers because she's already in an extreme amount of pain right now. He rolled his eyes, finding her attempts for mercy annoying.
He jams the tranquilization bullet in the shoulder wound, muffling her to not give out their location.
Sayori's eyes widen as she screams, the pain was the worst thing in the world. It suddenly became harder to breathe as she tried to claw him off her with no avail. The world gets blurry. Was it her tears or the bullet? She doesn't care, she just screams and screams until she couldn't scream anymore.
Haru just waits until she falls limp. Her fight was annoying for him. It wasn't like she could stop him, so why even try?
He stretches, looking at the sky. The purple sky was now a whirlwind of purple, blue and yellow. He spent too much time here. His eyes glide to the fainted Sayori. Oh how he would love to just finish her off, but it's just not worth it. Oh well.
He runs off to the sunrise.