16| Brother

                                    

                                          
Hanako's POV:
                          
   It's late. Kaito and I stayed out far too long. We went to a nice dinner and walked around the city together. He's the nicest guy I've ever met (Aside from Sato). But I can't get over the way he makes me feel. Every time he's around, I get all flustered and have trouble breathing.
                          
   Aside from the amazing date, I really need to shower before my classes in the morning. I can't walk into Psychology with greasy hair. Especially since Kaito's in that class too. 
                          
   I grab a spare change of clothes from my room; an oversized black T-shirt and spandex. 
                          
   Mia isn't in here. This is around the time she'd normally take her shower. Hopefully, I'll get the chance to talk about my date with her before she goes to sleep. 
                          
   I make my way to the bottom floor of the building, entering the locker room, taking off my clothes, and wrapping myself up with a towel. 
                          
   As I approach the door to the shower, I can hear the sound of running water, indicating that someone's in there.
                          
   My bare feet stick to the ground, making a sticking noise as I walk along the cold floor. 
                          
   I place my hand on the door handle, pushing it open. Though, I freeze when I see what's on the other side. 
                          
   Mia stands at one of the showers in the middle of the large room, her eyes closed as she washes out her long, black hair. The horrifying thing is the scars tracing her body. Cut's and burn marks all covering her skin. From the way they look, most of them have to be self-inflicted. But the scars on her back had to have been made by someone else. 
                          
   I break out in a cold sweat as my legs shake from underneath me.
                          
   Before I know it, an image of my older brother takes Mia's place. His scars are open, the water dripping from him, turning to blood. His eyes are dead and lifeless. The red liquid trickles down from his head. He slowly turns to me, eyes meeting mine. 
                          
   I panic, slamming the door shut as I fall to the floor of the locker room. 
                          
   I think I'm going to be sick. 
                          
Mia's POV:
                          
   As I'm washing out my dirty and coarse hair, a loud bam startles me, causing me to jump, shooting my gaze to the locker room door. 
                          
   When I find nothing there, I take a sigh of relief. 
                          
   Weird: It must've been my imagination.  
                          
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Hanako's POV:
                          
   Doors, among doors, among doors. All that's here is doors. They all look the exact same; dark blue with a sticker on it that reads, Yuuma, the name of my older brother. The same door I refuse to ever open again. 
                          
   "Go wake up your brother," my mother's voice plays around in my head as all the doors disappear, leaving one right in front of me. 
                          
   I want to tell her that I can't, but my mouth won't move. 
                          
   I cling onto my teddy bear, holding it close to my pink, puffy dress.
                          
   Without my permission, my small hand reaches up to the doorknob, standing on my tippy-toes. I turn the knob, slowly opening the door.
                          
   Suddenly, I get pushed into the room, and the entrance disappears. The bother that I so admired lies motionless on the floor, a gun in his right hand, and a lot of blood pouring from his head, out of a bullet-sized whole.