Fifteen
Summoning the Supernatural
I ugly-cried for a long time after they left. I don't even know what I was crying for exactly. Deep down, I understood what they were saying. I also knew that if I was in their position, I wouldn't be so quick to trust someone I'd only just met either. But I also wouldn't try to kill someone just because they bonded with me. Especially if they were a classmate I got along with. I was hurt and offended that Jun would knowingly lie to my face after we started to get along. I was mentally and physically exhausted and worse still, I knew that not even my best friends could help me now. I still had a quest in front of me that I knew I had to complete no matter how much I just wanted the world to suffer at that moment. No matter how many times I had dreams
Doctors shuffled in and out of the room, but I didn't care who saw me in my state. After everything, I thought my mental breakdown was perfectly warranted. Thankfully, no one bothered me about it and just left the room quietly after they completed their task.
I finally calmed down enough to stop sobbing. It felt like I had practically cried out my soul and all I had the energy for now was eating. One of the nurses had left a tray of food on the table next to my bed and I didn't hesitate in scouring it for anything that looked good enough to eat.
There was some chicken that looked edible enough, white rice, peas that looked like they'd been in a can for the past century, and chocolate pudding. Deciding comfort food was the way to go, I reached immediately for the pudding.
I lifted it off the table and felt my heart freeze as I caught sight of the folded piece of paper that was hidden underneath it. A strange anxiety overtook me as I stared at it. I didn't want to deal with this now. Not after everything.
I could just ignore it, pretend I didn't see it, I thought to myself. But the thing is, I did see it. And though these notes were somewhat sketchy, I was curious. They were never wrong before and they had a habit of showing up at key moments.
I sighed and, ignoring the dread I felt, picked up the paper anyways. The loopy script I had grown familiar with covered the small
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