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“Are you going to run away? Run away from me again? Huh, Valentine? Gonna be a coward?” The pink haired girl scoffed, her arms crossing each other over her chest. Valentine didn’t have time for this. She knew where it would go and she didn’t want to deal with the consequences. But the other persisted; knowing just what buttons to push before the limit exceeded. “Answer me! Why won’t you answer me!?” They yelled, grabbing Valentines shoulders harshly as she took a step back.
“Leave me be.” was her only answer. The girl didn’t take it lightly; shouting and pushing her against a wall. White, hot, soaring, pain shot up her bandaged back. She hissed, hands balling up in fists.
“No! You’re a coward, Valentine Times! A stupid, no good coward. That’s all you have been.”
“You wouldn’t be saying that a week ago, Yuki.”
She lifted a gloved hand to her face, wiping the blood that dripped from her nose. They both knew what she had meant. That this was all for ignorant jealousy of each other; all for some praise and attention. How could she have been so stupid? Falling for fake comfort and kindness. It didn’t matter now anyway. Regret and grief were wrong.
“Shut up! Shut up, shut up! I hate you, I hate so much. I should’ve never invited you to my home, my safe place-”
“Safe place? That’s the most surprising thing you’ve said today.” she interrupted but Yuki kept going.
“If I knew you’d take all I have away! Just like that! Snatched out my hands, where I can never hold on to it again.” Tears swelled up in her beautiful red eyes; voice weavering with each crack and rise in tone. Valentine felt sorry for her. She did take everything from her, but it wasn’t her fault, wasn’t it? It was Mr. Toth’s fault. It's all his fault. He was to blame for everything that has happened here.
But she trusted him. She put her whole devotion into him and his cause (after a bit of convincing though.) Fought and killed under his order. Under his will.
She was at full blame for this. No matter what she does to convince herself otherwise, it’s all true.
Valentine could hear his voice, taunting her, comforting her, lying to her. She started to hate the sound of the low pitched tone telling her what to do everyday, started to hate the man after he hurt her. Hurt her in so many ways that would be impossible to achieve in the past. No wonder Yuki loathed her. No wonder Ren ignores her. No wonder everything goes wrong when you’re there. She was a curse, an anchor that was tied to a ship. Forever chained against invisible walls that suffocated her every move she makes. The cruel truth.
Her hands shook. The violent shocks that raked through her weightless body was overwhelming. She watched as Yuki cried, her tears staining her face in angry, red marks like they were poison ivy. Maybe they were. She couldn’t tell from her vision blacking out every few seconds.
She wished she missed the way the other grabbed a glinting sharp object from her hoodie pocket. She wished she missed the way Yuki was so quick to try to slice her chest open. She wished she didn’t jump back. She wished she just stood there and accepted it. Perhaps then anything she’d ever done in the future didn’t happen at all.
“Stop!” Was all she could manage to yell at the pinkish figure. Dodging the pointy tip of a knife that swung her way every chance it got.
Though, unfortunately (or maybe fortunately. Depends on who you’re asking.) It had caught her forehead; nipping it in an uneven small cut. Blood dripped down alongside the previous trail that flowed out of her nose. She scrambled back; hitting the edge of the infirmary bed she laid on only minutes ago. Yuki was swift, threatening the knife to her throat in a practiced movement. They both were breathing heavily, the sound being loud in the silent medical room. “I hate you.” was the first thing to break the thick air. “I know.” was the second to repair the broken strain. Blood seeped out from underneath the pressure of the knife. The crimson red liquid bubbling up before flowing down, staining the shirt she wore over bandages.
“I’m sorry-”
“Shut up! I don’t want to hear your dreadful voice damnit!” Yuki screamed, slamming her other hand on Valentine's chest before throwing herself off and into the middle of the room. She yelled, gripping her hair while Valentine swayed on her feet. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” She kept repeating the phrase. As if she was trying to convince herself it was true. Valentine didn’t know anymore. A part of her hoped she didn’t hate her.
She didn’t want any of this.
She felt like crying.
But she didn’t.
Nothing made her cry anymore, nothing but herself. Her throat closed up whenever bile rose. No sound came from her, the only noise was Yuki’s whispering. She was sorry. Really sorry. Sorry for everything she did to the girl that made her so… angry. Maybe it was pity. She hated the feeling of it, hated seeing others pity her and now she’s doing the same thing to them. She was futile. A disappointment. Her mother was right.
Valentine hoped Yuki would come to her senses before she did anything drastic. She’d hope to heal their relationship after everything. Is that even possible? Could they both come back out of this an- “Shit!” Valentine yelped; catching herself on a wall before she could hit the floor. Had she been too caught up in her thoughts to notice the girl going to attack her? She supposed it was very likely. That even her could have someone slip past her natural instinct. The girl in question stuck a knife to her chest. Her eyes softened, though they held unimaginable fear in them. “I don’t know what the fuck makes you so special, why do you have to steal what I earned!?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes you do!”
She hated the feeling of blood trickling down on her skin, she hated how the blade felt.
It all came crashing down too fast.
Valentine reached out a hand to grasp the knife, her hand enclosing it for just a moment. Yuki narrowed her eyes.
She breathed out, deep, heavy, ragged breaths. Valentine thought it was the end of the game.
Wishful thinking was always naïve.
She sees it before she feels it. The red liquid that sputtered out from her face at the others sharp but unthought movement. It dropped on the floor, she could hear every splash of the blood hitting the wood. Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill-
Kill her.
She couldn’t.
She could.
She won't.
Valentine’s hand covers the large wound quickly; the white, hot pain vibrating throughout her face. It hurt. It hurt so bad. Her eyes glanced up at Yuki’s red ones, she realized. It was so close to the crimson color that spills down every inch of her. How romantic. The girl thinks. A smile formed on her lips. Yuki only glared in disgust.
Her unoccupied hand leaned on the open window seal. The shallow wind violently scraped against her body.
She feels as the other girl's hand touches her, sliding all over before resting on her stomach. She shivered at the movements, not quite used to how Yuki works.
A dog cannot love when it is trained to only hate.
She feels the hands push her away.
She feels the wind whipping around her helpless soul.
She feels her head bang on something metal as she jolts up.
The scientist panics for a moment; overcome by the phantom feelings of pain all over. She groans, rubbing her head gently. Her eyes glance around at her surroundings. The morgue? God damnit. The coldness of the room catches up to her, she shivers; pulling her coat closer to herself. Why the hell is she in the damn morgue? Another question for another time. She’ll check the cameras later.
Valentine sighs, scooting out from under a table before getting up and dusting herself off.
The effects of the nightmare still make her tremble for different reasons, even if she’s forgotten what it was even about.
She needed to get back to her office, how long had it been? What had she been doing before seemingly passing out? Why the fuck was she under a table sleeping??? So many questions with no answers just yet.
Her limbs stretch out as she yawns. Walking towards the door, the scientist makes her leave into the halls.
Why is she running away again?