• I woke up in a daze, wanting to go back to sleep, but my body naturally staying awake and going for my school clothes. As i started to put on my pant, my grandmother yelled to me my freinds were here and waiting outside already, and to come and eat breakfast. I slipped on my pants in speeds that could set records and ran into the kitchen, opening the microwave and taking whatever was in there, and then taking whatever was in the toaster, and ran outside. In the end, i ended up with a poptart and a partially eaten salad. . .Which i'm guessing shouldn't have been in the microwave to begin with.

    I greeted my freinds outside with my poptart in my mouth.
    " Jey Ey's, Or'in" (Hey Guys, Mornin'). My freinds are Mitsuki, a quiet girl, but a good freind, and Izurin, a guy who dreams of having a harem. Oh! And i am Reh! Reh Shinistu. As we walked, talking about the same mundane topics, we saw a women. . .She had a surgical mask on, and her hair covered her eyes as she walked. Normally this would not be weird, but. . . .When we passed by her, a weird feeling came over me, and i could tell Izu and Mitsu felt it too by their facial countenance.

    "You guys felt that?" Izu whispered to us. We shook our heads. Izu said he knew what that feeling was. He said ". . . That feeling. . .It was. . .Her Never ENDING LOVE FOR ME!". Typical answer, we shouldn't have expected much from this block head. As we walked in silence (Exept Izu, who wouldn't stop talking about random women) I could see Mitsu was still disturbed by that feeling we had, even though she wouldn't say anything. . .Or, she can't.
    She is a mute, when we were in middle school she talked alot, but her mother at the time got mad at her when her husband kept passing looks to Mitsu, and complimented her on her singing, which she did quite alot. Mitsu's mother got fed up with jealousy and resentment toward Mitsu and put acid in her tea, and when Mitsu took a sip, it scorched her throat, and she was mute ever since. (Mitsu now lives with an Aunt)

    When we arrived at school, we parted ways, Mitsu and i were in the same class, but Izu was not. When we got to class, we were marked late and scolded. I sat in class, not caring about what the teacher was saying, only about that lady, and that feeling i got. I looked at Mitsu from time to time, and i could see she was thinking about it too.

    When class ended, i decided to skip the rest of school because i was bored of this everyday, monotonous school life, passing the days doing the same things over and over. Izu and Mitsu stayed in school, so i was bored even when i skipped, that's when i got the feeling some one was watching me. . .But not a normal stare, but. . .A stare that made the skin on my back crawl. I tried to ignore it, but the more i ignored it, the stronger this dark gaze grew. I was sweating now, thinking " what if in an Hour theres a news broadcast "Local Boy found dead". I decided to write it off as me being paranoid because i might get caught by truancy for skipping school.

    Only five minutes passed, but to me, it felt like 5 hours, and this feeling . . .It was still there. . .Unwavering. I decided i'd wait it out, rather then look. . . I don't know why, the feeling i get feels like if i look, i may end up . . .Dead.
    School should end soon, so if it is truancy, they will leave too.
    5 more minutes pass, and school has just ended, and i am now soaked in a cold sweat and i'm at wits end. I figure i'll go now to meet up with Mitsu and Izu now to escape this feeling. I get up slowly. . . my back still turned to the stare i feel, and i take a deep breath. . . .And turn around to the lady. . .The lady with the surgical mask. . .Staring at me. . . .staring at me with cold eyes that look vacant of anything human.

    I am scared. . . I feel like a mouse that has just stared into the eyes of a snake as it coils slowly around it. "H-Hel. . .H-H-Help me. . . .Save me! Somebody!". I want to yell these words, but my body will not move. The woman, she moves closer, walking in a dead like manner, but never losing her line of sight directly into my eyes. With every step, i feel my end growing nearer, the feeling of absolute fear in my heart has stopped my movement. . .

    One. . . .Two. . . .Three. . . .Four. . . There are four steps between me and this women. . .this women who makes instills fear into me without reason.
    She is right infront of me now, and i feel my heart is going to burst out of anxiety. She stands here, staring me in the eye, and then. . . .Asks one question. . ."Do you find me Pretty?". I feel so stupid for fearing this lady, and i notice more of her features, her long, black hair, her slim figure, i had no reason to say she wasn't pretty because she still had the surgical mask on.
    I answered "Y-yes. . .I . . .I think you are . . .Pretty." These words still held some fear i felt earlier, and my knees were still a bit shakey, but i felt sorta dumb for being afraid of her. But. . .then, i got this feeling. . .this feeling of . . . ."Death is Approaching".

    I looked down and tried to rationalize why i was scared, but i couldn't find an answer, and the sun was going down. "I have been here long, have you been staring at me for this long just to ask me are you pretty?" I asked with a laugh as i turned away to look at the sun vanish and clouds roll in. She didn't answer my question, but asked one of her own. "Am i still pretty?". This Queston scared me a bit, but i was still uncertain why. I turned around to face her, and to ask her why she kept asking. . .But i was greeted by a giant, toothy smile. I froze, my heart nearly stopped, and my knees buckled and stiffned at the same time, giving me no control over my knees, but still standing.

    The women had removed her mask to a disfiguring scar that went to ear to ear from her mouth, resulting in a permanant smile. "Am i pretty?. . . Am I?".
    I looked on with horror, trying to catch my wits. "Am i Pretty!? Answer me!!" Her voice sounded so normal. . . .But that didn't comfort me, no. . .In fact, it made me ever more afraid. I caught my wits, and answered. . . ."Y-y-. . . .y-y-yes. . . .Y-yes, you are p-pretty". I stuttred in a meek and desperate voice. She inched closer, her permanant smile widening a bit. I thought i answered right, but then i had second thoughts. . . .Second thoughts because this feeling of fear only grew.

    The women smiled and said "I will make you Pretty as well" and pulled out a pair of scissors, riant and rusty. I still couldn't move. . . "What will hapen to me? Will i really die like this? there's no way. . .I don't want to die like this. . .Someone. . .Please save me. . ." I thought this, making small inaudible noises, unable to even say a complete sentence. She put the scissors into my mouth as i stammred trying to make words come out desperatly. She had one blade of the scissors in my mouth and the other on the outside. My mouth was bleeding a bit, and my toungue could only taste rust and a salty taste. . .A salty, bitter taste. I wanted to cry, but still no words came out. . . Only tears and snot. "Am i really going to die here!? I don't want t-. . ." My thoughts were cut off by someone calling my name.

    It was izu calling me, he was with Mitsu. They ran over to me yelling my name, i was relieved. . . . But, the lady was gone. Izu and mitsu asked what happned, and why was i crying so much. I didn't answer, i hugged them instead, still not able to make words. "Maybe it was all a dream" i thought, but then. . . .Why was there this taste in my mouth. . .?
    I spit, and a thick redish brown liquid came out. Izu and Mitsu looked disgusted and surprised, and Izu asked why i spit, and why it was that color. I knew why it was that color, but knowing made me feel fear . . . fear of knowing that wasn't just a dream.

    Everyday from then on i sticked close to other people. but never lost that feeling of being watched. I know she will come again. . . Come again to make me. . ."Pretty".