...becoming true
Chapter III: ...becoming true.
“I wanted to be wanted.”
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She. ran.
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She didn’t even bother to change from her sleep clothes. She ran, ran, ran out of the room, out of the house, into the forest.
When she realised how much of a bad decision she had done (someone tried to suffocate her with a pillow and they are probably still close to the house, fuck, fuck, fuck), it was too late.
The breeze carried the metallic smell of blood (she threw up in her mouth a little; the memories of not even a few minutes ago were coming back, back, back) and a staleness that she had never encountered before, but knew what it meant anyways.
Death.
She didn’t think nor look back. She just ran.
She ran down the road, her bare feet aching, hurting oh-so much at the sensation of the sharp, sharp, sharp gravel of the road.
She heard a cat’s screech, then—
—then, she heard the faint ruffle of fabric, of a person moving in a dress, behind her. She turned around and saw an all too similar figure.
“Kaguya?” was what she asked the albino girl. (It was the girl from her nightmare, Kaguya was the girl from her nightmare, Hinata thought, panicking, panicking, panicking.)
She didn’t get an answer.
She didn’t need one anyways.
All she got was fingers clawing at her throat, trying to choke her, trying to kill her. Hinata flailed, kicked, kicked, but Kaguya didn’t let her go.
“Why?” she asked, quite perplexed at her former best friend trying to fucking kill her.
“Because—“ Kaguya was interrupted by one of Hinata’s kicks knocking the wind out of her.
Hinata fell to the ground, and ran. (All she did was running, it seems.)
It was useless anyways. One of Kaguya’s hands shot up to grab her (it shouldn’t be able to go that far, it shouldn’t, shouldn’t, shouldn’t! Hinata vaguely thought, panicking) and—
—and then, she heard what Kaguya was just saying.
“I’m doing this for your good Hinata-chan.” A smile.
“It’s just that—“
“Just that— I wanted to be wanted.”
(Kaguya’s lips didn’t move. Hinata was too shocked to register it.)
Soft, sweet words said in a girl’s voice. They mismatched the sensation that Hinata was feeling all over her body at the last line.
“I’m sure it’s the same with you,” she said, all honeyed smiles.
Horror and shock and shock—
—pure and unadulterated horror followed by shock, shock, shock and then:
“No.” Hinata felt like she could see how her words stabbed into Kaguya, into her heart, where it hurt the most. “No, it’s not the same with me.”
The wave of fury, of anger, of betrayal that hit Kaguya was almost too strong to leave her standing still. She stood still anyways, too shocked(?was that even the emotion she was feeling? she didn’t know herself) to move even a muscle of her body.
Her world just tilted on its axis.
Her body may have not done so with it; her mind however did.