Dear Society, This is Your Fault

Prologue

They wanted to change the present. The present that the globe in front of them had shown. Frowns, plastered across the males lips as they had their fists clenched and their teeth gritted but made sure they looked calm, eyes focusing on the disastrous scene.

Heavy breathing, blood, a lot of blood. Unshed tears, messily cut hair with some parts of the hair being way longer than the rest. It was sprawled over the ground as their chest met the ground, pushing their arms up against the ground in attempt to catch their body. "Don't run, baby. Don't run. What are you scared of?" a voice spoke, grabbing the teen on the ground by their hair and turning their head to meet wicked, blue eyes full of humor. "Why are you running, baby?" she whispered. The teen quivered and struggled against the grip of her. They threw their arms and managed to kick her far enough to get up clumsily and start sprinting with all their might through the forest only to get out, on to normal pavement seeing the street with loud honking snapping them back to reality.

buzz buzz

Sena, don't run, why are you running?

Sena's mind whirred as their eyes looked at the screen, starting to run again, tears streaming down. They sprinted, lungs screaming for air, cars wailing at her with people opening their window to scream at Sena who watch where she's going. All their voices, rang in Sena's head and they clamped their hands over their ears, stopping to lean against the wall and shut their eyes. 

It was too much. 

Sena's eyes drifted to the bridge that was maybe 5 minutes away. Everything will be okay then, right?

Their feet started weakly to the bridge, making it more than 5 minutes due to the numbness in their legs from running so much, and for so long. Sena's phone was no longer in her pocket, god knows where it went. They dragged their feet and soon they were there, though the soon seemed like an enternity. Sena placed their arms on the railing of the bridge and heard more voices.

What is she doing?

Is she going to jump?

What is that girl doing?

Oh no. That poor thing, what is making her come to such a conclusion?

Please Live.

Sena's head snapped to the person who the thought belonged to. They didn't realize she had already been on the side of the railing that faced the river beneath them. But what Sena didn't realize, was when their hands let go, and only did when the innocent eyes of the begging voice, eyes widened and their mouth opened, but Sena didn't hear anything.

And soon everything went black.

And the globe became clear. 

"Does it have to be like this?" a voice came.

Silence.

Footsteps, more like thumps came from the corridor and a blond male with a blank expression walked in to the room. "Yo, where did you hide the whiskey again!? You know I don't drink coffee without it!" he asked, loudly, unaware of the atmosphere before he trudged in. The gazes met him, and then the people in the room exchanged looks.

"You."

The blond instantly knew, maybe walking in, wasn't the smartest idea.