Saturday, 20th October.
6.12 a.m. Wutai, Yuffie’s House

Dimly, Yuffie remembered the weight on her chest.
But it was the salty smell of blood that finally pulled her from sleep.
She groaned and looked up, rubbed her eyes to get rid of the sleep. The face of Lucrecia stared bleakly at her from inches away.
She screamed.
Faintly, from downstairs, she could here her father, Godo, knocking on the door.
“Yuffie?” he called. “Yuffie, are you Ok?”
Call back! her mind screamed at her. Call back!
“Yes, Godo. Fine.”
There was a pause. “If you’re sure, Yuffie. It’s just I heard your scream while I was walking down the road and-”
“I’m fine.” whispered Yuffie. “Now go away.”
“What?”
“I’m fine.” she shouted. “Now go away.”
Another pause. “Yuffie-”
“Go away, Dad. I’ll talk to you later.”
Godo left, unsettled.
Yuffie looked over to Lucrecia, and then to the blood. Lucrecia’s blood. Smothered over Yuffie’s hands.
The realisation was just dawning on Yuffie’s brain. Reality came flooding back. She fought the hangover and sat down, heaving. She threw up on the floor.
Did I drink? I can’t remember. Was there a party? What happened? I can’t remember. I can’t remember anything.
From the far reaches of Yuffie’s conciousness, something answered her.
You got drunk. You went to a party. You killed Lucrecia.
“No.” Yuffie said shakily, “I didn’t kill Lucrecia.”
Then who did?
Doubt creapt up on her.
Go on, Yuffie, she told herself. Who killed Lucrecia?
Who?
Who killed her?
“It wasn’t me!” cried Yuffie. She stood up and ran over to Lucrecia.
Who, Yuffie, who?
“I don’t know!” she screamed, tears streaming down her face.
It was you, Yuffie. It was YOU.
Yuffie slipped on the sick and the blood on the floor, went crashing down.
You, Yuffie. You killed her. Say it.
Yuffie’s mind broke. She curled up tightly, wishing she was dead.
SAY IT. The voice commanded.
“I killed her!” she shrieked hysterically. “Oh, god! What have I done? What do I do?”
The voice answered again, softer this time.
Run, Yuffie. Run, and don’t ever stop.
Yuffie wiped her hands on the bed, almost fainted from the smell of vomit.
“I’m sorry.” she whispered to Lucrecia, kissing her softly on the cheek. “I’m so sorry...”
Someone knocked on the door again.
Her heart racing, her mind in tatters, Yuffie jumped out of the window and fell to the floor with a soft bump.
Run, Yuffie. Run away. Never, ever come back.
Yuffie ran. Ran away.
She never, ever stopped and she never, ever came back.

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