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The clicking and clacking of keyboard typing could be heard throughout the cramped room of Futaba Sakura, current neet and virtual prisoner of her own home. Outside was scary, she didn't deserve to be seen. After all, everything that happened to her was her fault and she deserved the scorn, the mistreatment. Everything was deserved and this was her punishment.
"Nothing like always..." There was a defeated sigh escaping her lips as she closed a web browser and laid her head down on the table in front of her. She was still searching for anything that could help her find out the truth of what happened to her mom, but everything came to a dead end. So maybe it really was her fault, that's what she was continually thinking anyways.
Any other thoughts that she might have had were dashed into the ether as she heard a few rhythmic knocks on the door. Must have been Sojiro with the curry. That's the only reason why he did that particular knock. Going over to the door, she opened it and grabbed the plate, pulling it in with great haste.
"Futaba, I know you've gone through a lot, but I just want to talk to you. Please, let me help--" He would find the door closed on him before he could finish his sentence and just breathed a heavy, defeated sigh. "You. Just put the dishes out on the floor when you're done."
This girl was going to kill him, and it took every ounce of his strength just to take care of her. It was the only connection to Wakaba that he had left, his guilt for not helping her attached directly to the teen who was house ridden through no fault of her own. Well, that was just how life was unfortunately. He made his leave, as she sat the curry down on the table.
She then went to peek out of the curtain, looking as Sojiro headed out of the house. He was probably heading to the cafe, his safe space, and his solace. As much as she appreciated him saving her from her abusive relatives, she couldn't trust him. She couldn't trust anyone. If anyone hurt her again it would be too much.
The whole room was silent once again, aside from the noise coming from her computer. But then she heard a voice coming out of seemingly nowhere. "it's all your fault..." It was a harsh whisper, coming out of the ether that made her skin crawl and her to turn around harshly. "W-Who was that?!"
Of course, there was nobody there, as to be expected. Maybe she just heard something outside and assumed it was her being talked to? She was feeling just a tad paranoid now as she sat in her chair once again, starting to eat her curry. That was, until she heard that voice again. "you killed me you brat"
When she turned around, there was her mom, Wakaba. Why was she here?! It was impossible, there was no way. "I wish you were never born!" Futaba's heart rate was through the roof, breathing labored and heavy as she sat there, eyes wide open and shaking like a leaf. Nothing but a few whimpers and whines escaped her lips, sounding utterly pathetic.
Man, she was truly and utterly pathetic, just watching and hearing as her mother irated her for a few seconds. She had to rub her eyes. She must have been seeing things. Too bad she was in the midst of a panic attack now, truly feeling like she wanted to die. The food was no longer appealing to her, just making her nauseous more than anything.
She just grabbed an energy drink from the minifridge and drank it with great haste. Was this a hallucination? Whatever it was, it freaked her out and all she could do was deal with the resulting panic attack on her own. Truly she was on her own, nobody could help her through what she was going through. This is what she deserved after all.
What she didn't realize at the time was that this was just the beginning of her seeing hallucinations. Was it because of her poor mental health? Was it because of the copious amounts of energy drinks she consumed? Whatever it was, it was just going to keep getting worse as time went on, her mental health deteriorating faster and faster...