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Yuri arrived at her house and collapsed on the ground. Everything seemed so unbelievable, but she doesn’t care. That club might be what she was looking for.
… (oooo spooky dots)
Natsuki was running faster than a cheetah that found out he was a cheeto, or rather she felt like she was. She was going to be late; she knows that, but she hopes she can make it home before he notices. Her vision is getting blurry, her breathing heavier and more uneven. She should stop, she should walk there, but she’s not a fool, only fools would give up their grind. So she keeps running.
She runs past the blue fire hydrant, she’s closer, pass the broken down SUV, almost there, by now oxygen is nonexistent for her. She knows that feeling, it’s familiar to her, but its effects never change. Natsuki stops, she at her house, her dad’s car is in the driveway.
‘Fucking hell.’
Natsuki clutches her chest, pain shoot through her torso and branches throughout her petite body.
“DAMNIT! Why the fuck did I do that,” she takes a couple of deep breaths. “I have to be mindful of my bruises, it was a simple thing to understand, why can’t I get that through my skull, ah--.” Natsuki holds back her tears, she needs to stay calm. She moves closer to the front door, takes off her backpack, opens up a hidden pocket that’s inside the pocket for a drink, and grabs her keys, it’s now or never.
She grips the between her thumb and forefinger, her hand is visibly shaking, she attempts to stop it by holding her wrist with her opposite hand. It doesn’t work, but she could care less. In goes the key, she tries to turn it right, she keeps trying to turn it right, a minute has passed when she remembers that you’re supposed to turn it left. After a while of trying to convince herself that the lock is stupid for only turning wanting to turn left and not right, she slowly unlocks the door, without making it creak. She hears the television spewing out fake news on the McWonald’s Murder Mystery, her breath quickens. She retrieves her key and closes the door. She crouches down onto her knees, the stairs were only a few steps away, but so was the living room. Natsuki starts to crawl, her backpack sways to one side, she hears the T.V. get turned off, she crawls faster, loud footsteps are shaking the house, she crawls as fast as she can. She made it to the stairs.
Her dad is there at the landing.