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SHIT .
SHIT .
SHIT .
SHIT .
SHIT .
SHIT .
SHIT .
SHIT .
SHIT .
WHY ME .
Out of all people, Why me?
One minute, I was walking back home and then the next, I was running away from my oh-so-perfect friend—no, classmate who just severed a man's head with his bare hands in the alleyway of 1902 Bishui Street right next to the Karaoke spot.
My heart loudly beats in my ear, feeling like it is about to escape my chest. My head is spinning and my throat and mouth are dry and itchy. But I pant, legs working quickly but in pain.
My mind tells me to "run, never look back!" But my gut is telling me to do the complete opposite, stop, and look back.
Beads of sweat slide down my face, coating my cheeks, forehead, and nose. It felt as if I didn't go through the main gate of my house in time, I would instead be going through the gates of heaven.
I keep running, my legs about to give up and go completely numb. And it eventually did, not before looking back in case he was right behind me like some cheap horror movie.
I turn my head forward again and there it is, in all its glory, the house I love the most, my home.
A deep, heavy sigh of relief erupts from my throat. Finally, I think. I trudge up the hill, so tired that I might just have to crawl up. As I'm about to walk past a nearby pole, I suddenly give up on walking and lean against it, out of breath and energy.
I wince, feeling a pain in my ankle. I use my free hand to reach down to my foot, taking my heel off.
The back of my ankle was bright red with blood seeping through. My foot had many cuts all over from scraping it against the cobblestone hills. On top of that, it felt as if my ankle bone was broken when I knew it wasn't.
I gently touch my poor ankle, retracting my hand immediately the moment I felt like a few needles had pierced through it.
"Oh, no..." I sniffle, using the pole as my only way of standing up as I continue to inspect my injury.
"THAT SEEMS like an awful wound."
I widen my eyes and freeze like a deer in headlights.
Shit.
And there he was, possibly the most dangerous man in my life right now,
Kaedehara Kazuha.
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