【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(14)

Eight inches long from the handle, flowing down toward the deadly sharp point. I grip it in my hand, my bones seeming to wrap it as if to fit perfectly, like the missing piece of a jigsaw. I look over to the door. This is right, Chara. This is what's necessary, Chara. I look out of the window, and see the golden flowers, and feel a rush of… I don't know what this is I'm feeling. I turn back and peel myself, my skin roaring at me to be left alone, as it pings away from the sheets little by little. I grit my teeth. Sweat starts pouring down my forehead as I ease my way up. Not long now, Chara. Not long now. Snap. I feel the last of the bedsheets fall away behind me, lying dejected on the bed. I see my green and yellow striped jumper and black trousers strewn over the floor, next to my rucksack. I go over and put them on, feeling the cotton rush past my frizzy hair disturbed by my restless sleep. I readjust the knife, walk to the door, and slide it open.