Cancer can take months to kill Lack of food can take weeks Lack of water can take days Depression... you only need one bad day.. If you need help, don't wait, you never know when you'll have your next bad day..
This would be perfect for a 3D version of the game where you have to wander her empty house to find clues as to where Sayori might be before finding her in her room.
I come to visit my best friend Sayori, I take a drive to Sayori's house in hopes of asking her how she was doing. I arrive at her house, slowly passing along her house. I noticed her window was completely open. "Why does Sayori has her window open? It's very cold at night." I asked myself that question. My thoughts were later halted when I heard a loud THUD as I see red substances leak out on the concrete road and my tires red. When I got out of the car, I see something so horrifying that my eyes couldn't stop staring. "SAYORIIIIII!!!!!" I cried her name as I tried not to cry in tears or puke from the mess that was made.
I'm bad at povs but ok Pov: *They gently open the door* They see Sayori hanging in her bedroom, blood is everywhere as you see a mark in her arm. She stabbed her arm before she hung herself.
POV (pretend you are MC reading this): You fall on your knees. Why? Why did this happen!? why would she do this?! then it hits you... it was *your fault* you triggered this to happen you didn't pay attention to her for years! and now you *cant* … you cry cry and cry even more you take her body down from the rope and lay it on the bed then sit next to it only to burst out into a fit of rage full of self hatred at what you've done... you are going home to finish this mess... to see your best friend one. last. time.
Pov : You just moved into a new house and your in bed. No one eles is at the house with you.. you think. You hear this exact song muffled but slowely getting louder. You build up the courage to open the door that was closed that led to your bedroom. You gently grab hold of the knob on the door. *Turn* the door creaks open. You are startled to see that someone has hung themselves right infront of your door. Their is a note that is a note on your counter that you had never put their and never seen somebody put their. you grab the note and read it. the note says *You may not be afraid of being alone but You are afraid of not being alone*
A mi se me creo un transtorno por estrés post traumático (TEPT) desde que vi esa escena y siempre lloro por eso, se que sonara exagerado pero no lo supero...
I reach Sayori’s house and knock on the door. I don’t expect an answer since she’s not picking up her phone either. Like yesterday I open the door and let myself in. Sayori? She really is a heavy sleeper I swallow. I can’t believe I ended up doing this waking her up in her own house That really is something that a boyfriend would do isn’t it In any case It just feels right. Outside Sayori’s room, I knock on her door. Sayori? Wake up dummy There’s no response I really didn’t want to have to enter her room like this Isn’t it kind of a breach of privacy But she really leaves me no choice I gently open the door Sayori- … What the hell…? What the hell?? Is this a nightmare? It...has to be. This isn’t real. There’s no way this can be real. Sayori wouldn’t do this. Everything was normal up until a few days ago That’s why I can’t believe what my eyes are showing me…! I suppress the urge to vomit Just yesterday… I told Sayori I would be there for her. I told her I know what’s best and that everything will be okay. Then why..? Why would she do this..? How could I be so helpless.. What did I do wrong.. Confessing to her..: I shouldn’t have confessed to her.. that’s not what sayori needed at all. She even told me how painful it is for others to care about her. Then why did I confess to her, and make her feel even worse.. Why was I so selfish… This is my fault-. My swarming thoughts keep telling me everything I could have done to prevent this. If I just spent more time with her. Walked her to school. And remained friends with her like it always has been. Then I could have prevented this. I know I could have prevented this. Screw the literature club. Screw the festival. I just lost my best friend. Someone I grew up with. She’s gone forever now. Nothing I can do will bring her back. This isn’t some game where I can reset and try something different. I only had one chance and I wasn’t careful enough. And now I’ll carry guilt with me until I die Nothin in my life is worth more than hers. But I still couldn’t do what she needed from me. And now… I can’t never take it back Never. Never. Never. Never. Never. Never. END
