“Excuse me?“ The girl’s shoulders quivered, her face buried in her hands as a choked sob escaped her lips. Sayako reached out, her hand lingering in the dead air between them as uncertainty gripped her. Sayako swallowed as she forced a smile onto her lips. “Are you okay?”
The girl fell silent. She swayed in place, slowly in time to the drip of a nearby faucet, her fingers twitching. Sayako felt something fluttering in the pit of her stomach, prickling along the hairs on the back of her neck, her breath caught. She attempted to pull back, but her legs felt as if they had been weighted. In the soles of her feet Sayako could feel the rumble of a subway train sliding away from the station.
“I don’t want to go home,” the girl’s voice was light, but cut so easily through the silence of the bathroom. For a moment she thought she saw a flash of the girl’s eyes between her fingers. Sayako swallowed air, a bitter taste of disinfectant lingered on her tongue.
“That’s okay, I don’t either.” Sayako heard herself say. Her heart dropped a beat. Why had she said that? Why had she felt that? Her lips parted but no words came. It was true, wasn’t it?
“Really?” The girl lifted her head, her hands sliding away. Spiritless eyes. Pale skin. A face as smooth as painted pottery. Sayako felt her voice catch in the back of her throat. She attempted to pull her arm back, but her joints felt like they had been locked in place. She attempted to scream, but all that escaped her was a rasp of air. The girl reached out, her hand catching Sayako’s wrist. So cold that she could feel it biting into her bones.
Sayako tried to pull away but she fell and no ground rose to catch her.
Home is a place of warmth, isn’t it? A place to feel at ease, far away from the demands of the world. Where you can rest and ready yourself for the day to come. Though, that isn’t always true, is it? No, for some home is a place full of dread, a place you desire to never return to. Perhaps it’s the cause of a strained relationship, a memory trapped within the mind, or even something as simple as the grip of loneliness. There are many reasons why you wouldn’t want to return, and you have your own, don’t you?
There have been more missing persons reports lately, and I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors. They were problem children, the sort who skipped school or had troubles waiting for them at home. The sort you wouldn’t be surprised to hear that they had run away from home. And, maybe that’s all this is? Problem children choosing to vanish into the bustling streets of Tokyo. Only, there are a lot of missing posters you know? A lot of people not turning back up.
If you want to know what I think, I think there’s something else going on. I don’t know what, but I feel like there’s something. So, be cautious, yeah? It’s hard to say what might be brewing, or who might be the next to disappear.
Oh, and I have one last question for you;
Do you ever feel like you don’t want to go home?
The girl fell silent. She swayed in place, slowly in time to the drip of a nearby faucet, her fingers twitching. Sayako felt something fluttering in the pit of her stomach, prickling along the hairs on the back of her neck, her breath caught. She attempted to pull back, but her legs felt as if they had been weighted. In the soles of her feet Sayako could feel the rumble of a subway train sliding away from the station.
“I don’t want to go home,” the girl’s voice was light, but cut so easily through the silence of the bathroom. For a moment she thought she saw a flash of the girl’s eyes between her fingers. Sayako swallowed air, a bitter taste of disinfectant lingered on her tongue.
“That’s okay, I don’t either.” Sayako heard herself say. Her heart dropped a beat. Why had she said that? Why had she felt that? Her lips parted but no words came. It was true, wasn’t it?
“Really?” The girl lifted her head, her hands sliding away. Spiritless eyes. Pale skin. A face as smooth as painted pottery. Sayako felt her voice catch in the back of her throat. She attempted to pull her arm back, but her joints felt like they had been locked in place. She attempted to scream, but all that escaped her was a rasp of air. The girl reached out, her hand catching Sayako’s wrist. So cold that she could feel it biting into her bones.
Sayako tried to pull away but she fell and no ground rose to catch her.
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Home is a place of warmth, isn’t it? A place to feel at ease, far away from the demands of the world. Where you can rest and ready yourself for the day to come. Though, that isn’t always true, is it? No, for some home is a place full of dread, a place you desire to never return to. Perhaps it’s the cause of a strained relationship, a memory trapped within the mind, or even something as simple as the grip of loneliness. There are many reasons why you wouldn’t want to return, and you have your own, don’t you?
There have been more missing persons reports lately, and I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors. They were problem children, the sort who skipped school or had troubles waiting for them at home. The sort you wouldn’t be surprised to hear that they had run away from home. And, maybe that’s all this is? Problem children choosing to vanish into the bustling streets of Tokyo. Only, there are a lot of missing posters you know? A lot of people not turning back up.
If you want to know what I think, I think there’s something else going on. I don’t know what, but I feel like there’s something. So, be cautious, yeah? It’s hard to say what might be brewing, or who might be the next to disappear.
Oh, and I have one last question for you;
Do you ever feel like you don’t want to go home?