「
"if only he could see the impending danger before him. they had all been awaiting him."
」
Your grip on reality grew looser and looser, the clarity of your life slipping between your fingers with each passing day.
Jiro held you close, an arm wrapped around behind you around your waist whilst you sat on his bed.
Your boyfriend's room was fairly clean looking, despite the burns on the walls and the knives in the wall.
Jiro was excellent at throwing knives.
But, this small moment of tranquility was ruined once you felt his hand dip to your thigh. You, in a startled state, shoved it off quickly.
"What the fuck, Y/N?"
I fucked up again. I screwed it all up again. "I'm sorry, just instinct."
He gave you a strange look before shrugging and moving his hand back onto your thigh, rubbing it half-mindedly and drawing small circles onto it with his pale, slender fingers. You shuddered at the contact.
Everything about this felt so wrong.
I want this to be a dream. I don't want this to be real.
You bit your lip to silence the dissatisfied noise threatening to pour out of you.
Is this even real?
It felt real.
It doesn't need to be... real.
It can just be another dream.
Yeah.
This is just another dream.
—
Reading the words you'd written over to yourself, a satisfied sigh passed your lips.
You couldn't tell what it was that lured you in about writing. Maybe the fact that it let you be a bit creative, ...
... or perhaps the fact that it let you know you weren't in another dream.
You'd tried it several times. You could never read anything in a dream, let alone write.
The pencil in your hands was your reality.
Recently, you hadn't dreamt of a distant memory or sweet situation, rather the same repetitive dreams.
Cars running you over, specifically that damn firetruck, and drowning with no savior.
And no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't not dream. Your only option seemed to be going lucid, but the fear you felt each time had you tensing up and forgetting all over again.
The angry voice downstairs, your father, had you shuddering. You could hear the sound of a vase shatter and things falling to the floor in the main room.
Whatever.
"H-Hey, don't cry! They must be speaking really loud. Here, I bought this CD, let's listen together!"
"You'd do that?..."
"Of course! Let's just—"
~
Jiro
jiro
uh
i havent been feeling 2 good lately
culd u hlp?
oh uh
im sure it'll pass
just drnk water
or come drnking w me
????
im good haha
bye love you
~
Four glasses of water and nothing. You still felt just as shitty as before.
The chirping of crickets brought an ambience to the somewhat populated streets, the faint whirring of electric, flashy signs and advertisements adding to this melody.
Slumped down on a bench, you stared up at the star-filled black sky. The large, circular moon shone down onto the buildings and gave your surroundings a white hue.
You could feel the eyes of passerbys on you. It just made you feel like more of an outsider: more alone.
"This'll be our little secret."
Those words felt even shittier than they did before.
You watched a ravenous crow in front of you feast on a leftover piece of food on the sidewalk, wastefully tossed away to be devoured by other wildlife. It's beak dug into the food ferociously, whipping it around with a turn of its head and forcing itself down onto it.
Shuddering at the vile display of violence in front of you, you hung your head in shame.
Why do I feel so...
... detached from reality?
Standing up off the bench and stepping foot onto the road, you ignored all the strange glances. It didn't matter to you anymore.
Just another dream.
You repeated this to yourself over and over again, not acknowledging the headlights rapidly approaching you.
White lights shone onto your body and contrasted the darkness of the night, your eyes fixed upon the nearing threat.
Just another dream.
And as the honking of its horn grew louder and louder, a smile slowly grew on your lips at the thought of waking up.
You froze in your spot and let the oncoming car grow closer.
This time, an audible string of curses could be heard from the driver as it screeched to a halt and maneuvered around you. Something along the lines of "stupid bitch" and "suicidal students". You couldn't tell.
Why am I not waking up?
You didn't want to acknowledge it, but the truth hit you in waves.
That you'd nearly killed yourself whilst trying to enable an elaborate fantasy you'd woven for yourself; the very thing that stopped you from taking your own life was now letting all these feelings resurface.
You stood quietly in the middle of the road, staring back at the spot you were in before.
The crow had flown away with the food.
—
When Yuichiro came home, he slammed the door shut behind him and marched towards his brother angrily. The keys in his hand rattled with every step. "Gosh, Muichiro!"
Muichiro lifted his head up from his book like a confused chipmunk. "Huh?"
"Your stupid friend nearly killed herself on the road! She almost broke my brake!"
"Y/N?" Muichiro asked, "She's a bit slow. Bare with her."
"No, you fucking idiot!" Flinging the keys at him, the younger twin yelped in pain. "I could see that cunt's face on the road, she stopped walking in the middle of the street and was laughing to herself like a maniac! You're friends with a psychopath!"
Muichiro doubled over in pain at the cool metal against his cheeks. His brother was probably out drinking, that would explain the sudden violence. He knew that he was too young to be driving legally, yet he still willed himself to do it while drunk.
"It's common here, it's fine." He ignored the blood staining his cheek from the stratch inflicted by the key. "The suicide rates here are crazy."
"I hope you're right." Yuichiro let his arms fall to his sides. "That bitch is gonna put herself in a newspaper someday, I swear. Either by fucking a politician or by killing herself."
These parting words seemed to leave a foul taste in Muichiro's mouth. Setting the book down on the table, he sighed and grabbed his phone.
~
Muichiro
Hey, are you okay?
My brother almost ran over you.
fr?
i dnt remember tht lmaoo
felt like a dream lowk
Oh, alright.
~
What the fuck does she mean? Turquoise eyes twitched as he read the message over and over again, gritting his sharp teeth at each word. It wouldn't be too far off to say that he was completely cold-blooded towards you, but something about your words irked him.
As a his lights casted a dull grey hue onto his skin and hair, he sighed and let the moonlight stream in from his window. Like a dream?...
Similarly to like how a shark would charge towards its prey, Muichiro stomped over to his desk and pounded the grey keys on the keyboard with his slender, trained fingers.
To confuse your dreams with reality would be fucking insane...
Y/N...
What exactly have you done to yourself in my absence?
「
"and with the lit cigarette, her boyfriend laughed maniacally at this display of weakness and grabbed him by the tresses of his hair. the hot ashes seared against his neck and face, kicking and pushing and screaming, anything to get out of the situation he now found himself in."
」
a/n: hey guys!!! i'd like to clear up some confusion with this series that i've seen in the comments:
1. this line from the last chapter "You awkwardly laughed. 'English isn't my specialty...'"
this story takes place in iwata, japan. therefore, i'd like to establish all the characters in this fic would probably be speaking japanese if this took place in real life. however, we all know that most of us do not understand nor are able to read japanese. throughout the story, just know that this story takes place in japan and characters are actively speaking the native language, but just consider the writing as "subtitles" or a translation.
2. "is she dreaming or is this real?!?!!?!"
i don't know, is she? the confusion that some of you feel while reading this book is SUPPOSED to be happening. you'll find out while in later chapters, but for the sake of actually being able to understand what's going on, any future confusion will be cleared up in the notes of each chapter.
3. foreshadowing
i've been putting in pounds of foreshadowing throughout the book since i storyboarded this one. do i expect you to write an analytical paragraph or anything? no. i just thought it'd be fun to watch some of the wattpad detectives analyze my work.
im so sorry this took me awhile to write! i PROMISE restaurant girl is coming soon too, i've just been all over the place this month. STAY SAFE!!!! DRINK WATER, EAT FOOD, SLEEP WELL, AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES!!! ILYSM 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕