RETRY . / / yttd.

𝐕. ALL OVER AGAIN.

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CHAPTER FIVE
ALL OVER AGAIN.

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ONE WOULD BE DELIGHTED to meet their favorite fictional characters, but I don't think being forced into a series of horrible events and having your life taken away by one of them can really lead someone to like that.

I did not like the idea of being shot by Sara.

I thought I would wake up from this nightmare by being greeted by my best friend, laughing at my face for this realistic dream I had just experienced. But then I woke up in the dark, gray room, once again. My first trial.

I did not say anything when I saw two familiar guns in front of me, and I did not say anything when I grabbed the right gun and shot myself in the head, with no real bullet coming out of it. The voice guiding me didn't speak as well.

I thought I might've fucked up, but honestly? I was a little too tired to care.

A key fell from the ceiling, and I walked down the hallway in complete silence, slowly. My body felt numb and heavy, and I carefully touched my forehead, as if I was making sure I had no blood. There wasn't, but the throbbing feeling was there.

I had no physical injuries, nor internal bleeding, so I can't really complain about a pain that it's not there. Right?

I jumped down the hole, landing on the cushions. Walking right ahead, I was greeted once again by the participants of the Death Game.

I wondered; Did they remember me?

"Ah, another one... You okay there?"

Keiji didn't say anything, despite being in the same room with someone who got shot in the head by someone he trusted. Kai and Q-taro didn't react any different when they saw me alive, despite me bleeding all over the floor in the same room as them. And Joe didn't ask me anything, even though I was sitting right there, with a bullet lodged inside my skull.

Everything was exactly the same. The same words, the same reactions, the same... Everything. As if my death didn't happen at all.

Death was painful. Being hit by a car was painful, and having to shoot yourself in the head was painful, and being shot by someone else was also painful.

But what's worse is how every death felt like a bad dream. I woke up, existing, despite the pain of death being very well real. I was living, but not exactly living. It felt like a part of me was left behind. A piece I couldn't bring back to life, no matter how much I tried.

There was no one to mourn and be sad about, because it didn't happen to them. It was only me.

I stayed quiet, not a word coming out of me until I had to introduce myself. "My name is Ayano Abiko. A high-schooler." My throat felt dry.

"Why didn't you say anything at first?" Sara - The one who shot me, asked.

Her voice was calm, like always, but something about her gaze made my blood run cold. Somehow, it seemed like an accusation.

Like I had done something wrong or that it was somehow my fault because I hadn't said anything sooner. I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came out.

"..."

"Hey, are you okay? You're way too tense-"

"I'm fine." I cut her off, rash. She widens her eyes in surprise at my angry tone, and I quickly realize my mistake. "...Sorry. I just had a bad experience..." I try to smile.