Part 2

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by Finnish_Nordic

by Finnish_Nordic

(y/n) = Your Name

(f/n) = Friend's Name

~~~Second Person~~~

A ringing went off next to you. Fire alarms? You wonder.

No, it couldn't be. You could no longer smell the ash and smoke. It went off once more. This time you were able to identify it. Your alarm clock.

You sit up, stretching. A dream...It was all a dream... You turn off the alarm.

"Ciao!" you hear someone call. The call is followed by footsteps. You recognized that voice. Feliciano.

You felt strangely nervous and shy as you forced yourself to turn to face him. "H-hi," you stammer.

There's a laugh at your side. "Hello Feli!" (f/n) says.

Feliciano smiles cheerfully and opens his locker.

"Since when are you so shy?" (f/n) says with a laugh.

You turn back to face (f/n), glaring. "I'm not shy. Even if I was what's wrong with being shy?" It wasn't much of a question, but (f/n) shrugged anyways.

"Nothing I guess. I just didn't expect you of all people to blush like that when someone said hello," (f/n) replies. "Anyways..."

You figured (f/n) had said more, but you hadn't heard what she said. You were too busy glaring at the light brown haired girl that had joined Feliciano at his locker. She looked familiar, but you couldn't remember her name.

"(y/n)...? Earth to (y/n)..." (f/n) voice snaps you back into focus. "You okay?" Her face was filled with concern.

"Yeah. Why?" you snapped.

"I don't know...It's just your eyes..." she stops briefly, seeming to rethink whatever she was going to say. "There was something creepy about them for a moment. It made you look almost dangerous for a moment. Not that it matters anymore."

You nod. "Yeah. Okay. See you in class."

"Y-yeah. See ya..." (f/n) walks away to class, muttering something to herself as she walks down the hall.

My eyes? What was so creepy about my eyes?

You shake your head, as if to shake away the thoughts that were filing in your mind. Whatever it was wouldn't matter anymore soon. You smile at that.

You turn back to face Feliciano's locker. He was gone. Your smile fades.

Then you notice the puddle of blood in front of his locker where he had been talking to that girl. And there she was sprawled out on the floor, just steps away from where you were standing.