Chapter Eight: Saki:
I can’t tell Masaomi about the visions that I have been having. He’s already upset and calling me every day as it is. Telling him the truth will make it worse. But, I can’t deny it anymore.
I have died before.
I might die again.
I saw it many times. I have been stabbed, shot, beaten, poisoned, tortured, and strangled. The worst thing is I can feel what’s being done to me. The knife going into my body several times. The bullets ripping through my body. Every fist and kick in my body. The hands around my neck. Every cigarette burn against my skin. I feel everything.
It’s comforting when Masaomi-kun calls me. Until I started to have the visions, I couldn’t understand why he sounded so worried. I would have to be the one to calm him down. Now, I have to try and pretend that everything is fine. This will not hold for long. He has to know that I know I will be killed.
But if I tell him, he’s going to try and stay with me more. He’s already got so much on his mind.
Masaomi-kun has been at Mikado’s place for months now. He only comes to stay with me for a few days before heading back. I see him always checking his phone when he’s away from Mikado’s apartment.
“Is he okay?” I asked Masaomi one day.
“No,” he said. “He won’t be okay until this mess is over.” Masaomi turned his head and looked at me.
“It’s really bad,” he said in a low voice. He never tells me anything other than that.
“Then go back to him,” I said. Masaomi had a look of terror in his eyes.
“I can’t do that,” he said. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t lose me,” I told him. My words fail to convince him. I rested my hand on his shoulder.
“I will be fine,” I insisted. “Mikado needs you more than me.” He opened his mouth, but I put his finger his lips.
“Just go,” I said. He lowered his eyes and dropped his shoulders. I hated to do this to him, but he can’t seem to win either way. I can tell that he wishes that there were two of him.
“Fine, I will go back tomorrow,” Masaomi said. I pulled him into my arms. Suddenly, I had another vision.
But this one was different.
I had opened the door one night. I thought it was Masaomi. He had promised to come by and check on me again. I happily opened the door… only to have knife plunged deep into my chest. Before I fell, I got a good look at who my killer was. The knife went into my chest eight more times. I could feel the blade enter my chest as the blood sprayed everywhere. I tried to speak, but my voice came out hoarse. Tears ran down my cheeks.
Masaomi stood over me with a smirk on his face.