𝗘𝘂𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮

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My heart beat fastmy palms covered my ears as I wheeze for oxygen. My lungs refuse to inhale air as my body quaked uncontrollably.

My back was against the hard wall as the bright rays of sun refused to touch my horrifying form. My legs were clutched to my chest and my head was laid on them uncomfortably as I attempted to hide from the rest of the world around me and the continuous blood-curdling screams that echo in my mind.

Muffled words come from outside my Oji door and I close in on myself tighter. I held back a cry as I trembled. "She hasn't come out of her room for the last few days..." The muffled voices spoke as I clench my teeth.

My breaths were heavy and unsteady as my shaking continued, every muscle in my body ached and I held in a cough, but refused to let it go.

My hair was a mess while my cheeks were red and my haori was scrapped and disbanded on my futon as I clutched myself in the corner of my room, refusing to leave or socialize.

I hadn't eaten for the last three days and every time I closed my eyes, I no longer did I see Kanae's beautiful and kind smile, but instead the scene of severed human heads and streams of blood on the concrete streets throughout the entire city, that drilled through my thoughts and mind, even when I blinked the scene felt like I had watched non-stop it for hours.

I felt ill, I felt like I had just been stabbed hundreds of times relentlessly without a stop, with a piercing blade.

My chest felt burnt and charred, while my stomach churned at the image that always flashed through my constantly bustling mind.

I wanted to throw up again.

The muffled voices continued their conversation. "What happened?" A voice spoke up and my eyes widened with distress. I huddled closer to the wall as my eyes remained completely dry.

I grit my teeth as the continuous screams echo through my mind non-stop without rest. As soon as one stops, another continues louder, this cycle has been going on for the last 24 hours, but by far the first day had been the worst. Not only were there screams along with the image of the streets, but the people's faces rushed through my mind, one by one.

The fear each one held, the absolute terror their eyes contained, the children's innocent and mindless stares they held before they got slaughtered by my hand using Jomie's blade. They rushed through my head at one million miles per hour on a constant loop, never once taking a break.

It came to the point I counted them all, and the number made me want to vomit again.

Uzui had to carry me back here due to the absolute amount of shock I experienced once I began to comprehend what I did. He didn't speak a word to me as I shook in his large arms the entire way home.

I haven't spoken to anyone since, and never once had I left my room in fear of facing everyone else.

What would Sanemi think?

I'm a monster who just killed half a villiage.

He'll hate me, he'll leave me just like everyone else.