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     “____-san, I’m afraid I have to cancel our plans for today,” Kiku’s voice ran through the phone. A small frown went across ___’s face as she heard a muffled coughing fit through her phone. “I’m very sorry.” ___ could picture the apologetic smile on his face making her frown deeped.     Kiku was trying to hid the fact he was sick from ___, she could tell. His sounded tired and his voice was quiet. “Kiku… You’re sick… I’ll be over in 15 minutes.” With that ___ hung up her phone not giving Kiku the chance to argue.     A mental list of things ___ could

     A hand extended toward ___. Guiding hesitant (e/c) eyes to the man before her ___ lightly shook her head no. “I-I’d like to but I-.... I don’t really know how to dance,” ___ admitted quietly. She cursed herself mentally for stuttering.    “I can teach you,” the man told her excitedly. His green hues seem to light up as the words left his mouth making it hard for ___ to look away. “Don’t worry, you can step on my feet. I won’t mind.” ___ looked around the room, everyone seemed to be silent, listening to their conversation.     Slowly ___ reached to take the man’s hand i

**Please read the description before you read this.**     Never having been in Japan ___ couldn’t help but be curious about everything she looked at. She spent the day sightseeing, going to museums, pretty much anything she could cram into the day. She was about to go into a store, but a small wooded path caught her eye.     In an instant ___ stood before the path not really sure how she got there. Something was pulling her in though, almost desperately. For some reason her feet broke into a run down the long path. Where she was going? ___ wasn’t sure, but her feet seemed to know exactly where. No hesitation was in her steps a

Tick… Tick… Tick…     The only sound heard throughout the room was a quiet ticking. On the small bed in the room sat a petrified ___. All she could see was darkness, pure black and all that was heard was the constant ticking of a clock. Tick… Tick… Tick…     Every so often ___ had to take a sharp breath to remind her she was still alive. She could feel every inch of her shacking as she wondered… Where she was…. How did she get there…? But most importantly… Why couldn’t she see anything? Tick… Tick… Tick… ---     “Come on ___ it wil

     With a quick twist of her hand ___’s door flew open, in which she charged into her home and flopped down on her couch. She let out a content sigh letting her hair out of the ridiculous bun she had to wear to work. As her (h/c) locks framed her face she kicked off her heels, humming in pleasure. “Working is such a pain.... If only the world didn’t revolve around money,” ___ pouted, leaning her head into a pillow.     “All well,” ___ exclaimed jumping up from her couch, “time to make dinner.” Happily she skipped to her kitchen humming a tune along the way. “What should I make tonight,

     Everything was dark and uncomfortable… Nothing seemed familiar to ___... The last thing she remembered was being pulled around on a bed somewhere very bright. She asked where they were going but no answer was given. Something terrible happened just before but ___ couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It had something to do with her; that much she knew for sure.     Another thing ___ knew for sure; someone had a tight grip on her hand… It didn’t seem they would be letting go anytime soon. She heard, who she thought to be the man holding her hand, muttering about the room… Every so often he would sing to h

     The night was quiet as ___ stared out to it. Her (e/c) irises were looking over the detail of her back yard. It was amazing to her how the dark changed her yard so much. During the day her blossoming cheery trees were a bright pink, almost cheerful in a sense. But in the night the pink was darkened several shades, it was haunting to look at. The small fence no longer looked like simple fence. Instead her porch light created a long sharp shadow as if something was reaching into the dark. ___ was thankful they were facing away from her.     Forcing her gaze elsewhere ___ tried to ride those thoughts. They were starting to creep her out.

     The day was beautiful; ___ couldn’t keep her eyes away from the window. Her eyes followed loose leaves being chased by the wind. Soon she stopped on a few flowers blowing in the wind almost taunting her to come out as well. A content sigh left her lips as someone opened a window letting a breeze in. A pleased smile crossed her lips as it gently rustled her hair.  The sounds of a bird reached her ears causing her eyes to switch to it. As it soared she wondered what it would be like to be a bird. So free, able to fly wherever they want, rushing wind in her f-     “___!” ___’s attention was turned to her teacher&rs

  It was news to everyone; big, shocking, upsetting news. No one expected it to happen to ___, of all people. How could the quiet, over polite, extremely careful girl get hit by a car? Just simply crossing the street after she got off the late shift at the little cafe she worked at. Now in critical care ___ laid in a hospital bed barely clinging to life.  Everyone she knew, which was many people, was taking it hard. Even the regulars at the cafe days were thrown off when they heard ___ wouldn't be back for a while. But no one was taking it harder than her best friend, Ivan. The poor boy hasn't left her bedside since she was set there. Even

   It seems like when ___ had a bad day a string of them followed. Normally people would just have one sometimes two bad days then everything would go back to normal, but not for ___...   It all started Tuesday; she got lost on the way to the store and didn't get home until midnight. The next morning she was late for an important meeting and was almost fired for it. That same day she read a post from her friend to find out she had been self-harming on and off for the past six years. ___ wanted to go spend the holiday with her but of course money had to get in the way. So that night she got no sleep mainly because she was crying the whole ni