Blood.
It dripped from trembling fingers. Stained a once-clean uniform. Pooled at the edges of rain-soaked tiles.
She stood frozen in the storm. Thunder cracked above her, loud enough to drown the heartbeat pounding in her ears.
She didn't know why she had come to the rooftop - only that something inside her had screamed for it. A feeling. A memory.
She recognized the place. The rain. The scent of metal and wet concrete.
And that person...
Lying still.
Her breath caught.
"This wasn't supposed to happen…"
A voice-low, shaken.
She turned sharply. A shadow emerged through the downpour. Face hidden. Blade trembling in their hand.
"If only you hadn't come in between us."
Her lips parted to speak, but no words came.
She had seen this many times before.
In pieces. In dreams.
A date circled on the school calendar.
A stage. Applause. A celebration blurred by screams.
And always… always… the rain.
The storm roared as the rooftop door slammed shut behind her.
And everything went dark.
She jolted awake, breathless - the only thing she remembered was a messy room... and screams.
"Why is this happening to me?
And....who is that person that haunts me with a knife in my dreams every night?"