-Quiet's POV-

Erica stood in the middle of the road, brandishing the bloody dagger, with crimson splattering onto the pavement.
"Now, you're going to help me..." She said, much too calmly.

"H-Help you?"

"Yes. You will look out for people for me, whilst I move Elizabeth. It's a shame...her room was so neatly kept. Too bad it ended up being her downfall~"

"Huh?!"

"Remember...you wouldn't want to end up like her...you will do as I say. Or this little knife here might end up in your chest cavity. So, it's either do as I say and live or you can kiss the world goodbye~."

She nodded, mostly because she was scared shitless.

Erica and Quiet walked for about fifteen minutes, when they came to a dark house. The exterior appeared to be brick, though, it was dark in colour. With black window frames and a black roof with a brick chimney. Erica walked over to a cellar at the back of the house. She opened the door to the cellar, and climbed down, instructing Quiet to close the door.

A few minutes passed, and eventually Erica yelled for her to open the door.

Erica was standing at the bottom holding Elizabeth on her back.
Elizabeth's legs were slightly detached from her body. Her arms dangled, with crimson staining her pale skin. Her green eyes, perpetually wide open. Her brown hair was matted with dried blood, but it still swayed in the gentle breeze that passed.
The moon captured all of the blood dripping down Erica's face.
But, what was most horrifying, is that Erica was completely tranquil. But, her psychotic nature said otherwise. She was just... smiling. Smiling like it's the happiest fucking thing in the world.

Erica finally made her way out.
"You may go now. Don't tell anyone. And don't you dare tell the police. Remember her...."
Then, she walked off into the woods.
Quiet stood there for a moment. She turned around to go back home when....she heard something. Someone....singing.

Buying the little bitch in the ground.
La la la la la la la
She won't bother him anymore.
La la la la la la la
That's what she gets for being a whore.
La la la la la la la
The girl will rot in Hell.
La la la la la la la
Tobias will finally come out of his shell~
La la la la la la la
__________

-The Next Day-

Quiet woke up abruptly to the song echoing in her head.
She felt...somewhat empty...after seeing that girl's dead body being so mangled. That psycho bitch knew what the hell she was doing. Yet, why did she feel empty? Shouldn't she be at least somewhat relieved? She doesn't have that twitch anymore.

She now knew why she was so compelled to the soft blend of pink and yellow in the morning horizon the previous day. It was the unsettling quietness in the air, now punctured by news reports and a grieving family. Yet, if Erica hadn't been the one to start all the chaos, she would have been the one to start it; a lose-lose situation for everyone.

But, what about Psycho Bitch? Is she going to be there today? Will she turn herself in for what she did? She hid in someone's house for fucks sake! What the hell would she do to me if I fuck up?

"Quiet? Are you ready? Come get breakfast. Cherry made your favourite...red velvet pancakes.

[A/N: Meta. I'm triggered. I want some god damn pancakes.]

She got up, hesitantly, and went downstairs.

-Erica's POV-
Erica sat on her bed, dressed in her spare uniform, rocking back and forth.

The singing won't stop.

La la la la la la la.

Stop.

La la la la la la la.

I said stop.

La la la la la la la.

"I SAID STOP!" Erica screamed, causing her brother to run to her room.

Then, a woman from down the hall called out, "Is everything okay?"

Michael stood in her doorway, with a look of worry.

"Stop what?" He asked, calmly, trying not to set his sister off even further.

"The singing..." She said, monotonously.

"Singing?"

"She's singing. Singing......singing."

A woman approached the door. She had long wood brown hair with subtle amber eyes, her face clouded with concern.
Then, a man came to the door. He had black hair that occasionally went into his face, partially covering his bright azule eyes.

The man said the first word after a while of silence.
"She's singing again?"

Erica looked up, still rocking back and forth.
"Yes, Father."

-Quiet's POV-

Quiet had finished eating. She set the fork down quietly onto the plate.

"I'm going to school now..."

Cherry and Ikaros exchanged concerned glances, but they decided not to question it.

Quiet grabbed her bag and walked outside.

-Erica's POV-

The room had slightly changed. Now sitting on the table was a bright orange bottle sitting by a black table lamp.

She could hear her parents talking downstairs. She wanted to go down there, but Michael wouldn't let her move a muscle. He watched her sat on the bed, twiddling her thumbs.

She had calmed down some. The singing had stopped, so she at least felt at ease.

Then, her phone vibrated. She slowly picked it up, reading what was sent.

Cecilia: I heard what happened. I'm coming home.

-30 minutes later-

Erica walked into mathematics, but this time she was accompanied by her brother, who guided her along and sat her down in her normal seat and pulled up a chair beside her. She looked around the room nervously, and somewhat scared.

Every one else was already seated, and voices stirred, talking about her odd behavior.

Then, Erica's father walked into the room, accompanied by her mother.

The room immediately fell quiet.

"Alright." Her father began, "You may notice that Michael is in the room today. He is here to watch over Erica as she is not..." He paused, thinking for a moment, and then continued, "...not well today. He will eventually have to return to his own classes, so I would like one of you to help her out, at least for a day or two. We insisted that she stay home, but it was ultimately her decision."

Everyone didn't dare move a muscle, as her father's cool eyes gazed upon the room.

"Alright then. I'll pick."

He then examined everyone carefully, and pointed.

He pointed at a tired looking boy with messy kobicha brown hair and a slightly crooked uniform.
His glassy amber eyes looked around the the room, which was set in stillness.

Erica looked up from her thumbs, and stared at her father. She then shifted her attention to her brother, who was oblivious and continued to gaze at the front of the room.

Then, Michael disrupted the eerie silence and stillness of the room with a simple question, "Why him?"

The whole room seemed to shift it's attention to him.

To be continued...