Yuki knocked on the front door again. As she waited, she gazed up at the stars in the night sky, while whispering to herself. It was a single word repeated again and again. "Annie."
It wasn't a cold night nor was it a warm night, but Yuki was shivering and her hair stuck to her forehead. Though her fever had lessened over the past few days and her migraines weren't as frequent, she was still in pain. An aching pain that would eat away at her until there was nothing of Yuki left. Until all that remained was the entity of a murderer. She knocked again, hitting it as hard as she could in her half-delirious state. "Pisa!" Her voice startled her; it wasn't how she had remembered. Her fever had left her voice hoarse - and to her it sounded almost male, completely unlike her own.
Where was her friend? Why wasn't she answering her door? Was she asleep, safe in her warm bed, safe in her luxury while her friend was dying? Or was she listening and watching Yuki suffer?
Or did Yuki have the wrong house?
Why was Yuki hoping that Gema would help her? Why was she here? Yuki shook her head, trying to shake away the thoughts her fever was bringing up. She knew why she was here - she needed to talk to someone. And there still was no answer. Another cry. "Pisa!" And Yuki broke down. But it wasn't her quick breathing or her feverish convulsions that were making her cry. It was the thought of being alone - the thought that no one would help her. The thought that everyone she cared about had turned their back on her.
Yuki sobbed, a noisy mess of hiccups and shallow breaths. A noisy mess that wrenched out terror, dread, and dark thoughts.
But not the fear of him.
It was him who tormented her. Him who whispered to her. Him who fuelled the dark ideas. Him who would take over her. Him who would consume her until there was nothing left. Him who would kill everyone she loved.
Him who encouraged her thoughts of revenge. Him who...
Him... him... him... him... him... him... him... him...him.
Yuki screamed at the stars, at the darkness above her, at the memory of her friend. She screamed at the villagers from her home, at their lust for revenge. She screamed at Annie, for making her want her so much. She screamed at Gema, for leaving her out there in the night. She screamed for him to go away, to leave her alone. She screamed at everyone, at the birds, at the trees, at everyone who had caused pain.
She screamed at the whispers that called her name.