'Burning the midnight oil again. Sitting out here listening to the wind. I just called to tell you that I missed you my old friend. Burning the midnight oil again.'

Y/n groaned as she sat up. She was laying on a sofa... She knows this sofa. It's the one in the cafeteria. She groaned again when she got up. Everything hurts! She had dried blood on around her nose, her side of head just hurting like crazy, her shoulder hurting, her back feeling bruised. She noticed a radio on the sofa arm rest so she took it. she turned it off before turning. She stared at the room. She was at the cafeteria. All the St Lucia girls casually eating as if it's another day. As she stared, she noticed a girl with h/c (hair color) sitting in the back.

'I-is that me?' Y/n softly asked, staring at herself who was sitting in the back, laughing with Mei and Rihito.

As she slowly walked through the tables, the students spoke up with each table she passed.

'I guess I will never be with Nezu-chin again.' Natsume pouted.

'I thought we were on the same team.' Miruku said, walking past Y/n to the table in the corner.

'I always thought of you as my little sister.' Izumi said, shaking her head at Y/n.

Y/n just covered her ears, blocking all the weird comments they were throwing her way. She rushed between Yotsuka and Rin and to herself. When she was infront of herself, the Y/n sitting lazy glanced at her.

'Who are you?' Y/n quickly asked, panting for some reason.

'Holy shit, are you serious? I'm you, dumbass!' Y/n at the table facepalmed.

'What is this? Get me out.' Y/n quickly said with an almost begging tone.

'Oh, so you want help? Thought you could ontrol everybody and everything, huh?' The Y/n at the table glared, slapping her fist on the table while leaning to the real one.

'N-no. I never even tried to control someone.' Y/n quickly said with a sad tone. 'I tried to help everyone. I'm only trying to do the right thing.'

'No, you only tried to be popular.' The Y/n at the table angry said. 'Like you did in every school you went to. You made friends with the popular girls, bullied the nerds, and went on dates with the hot guys. So you could be popular. Once you found out you can be heir to a rich company, you began buying whatever you wanted and ordering poor Rihito around as if he's a dog. You don't care about anyone. Only about yourself.'

'I do care!' Y/n yelled, sounding as if she was ready to cry. 'That's why I'm trying to make friends!'

'By causing them problems and then fixing them?' Y/n at the table chuckled then rolled her eyes. 'Not as if you could do it any other way. You never had real friends, because you can't make friends on your own. You never had true friends, only fake ones.

'That's not true.' Y/n shook her head while glancing back at the students. Half the room was staring at her as the other half was doing their usual stuff. 'I've good real friends.'

'Please, stop playing innocent. You're a goddamn hypocrite. You've left a trail of death and suffering behind you.' Y/n at the table angry yelled.

'I don't even know what that's suppose to mean, you son of a bitch.'

'Don't dare talk about our mom that way.' Y/n at the table chuckled. 'If you're so innocent, then what about the crap that's your fault? You're the one that needed therapy, resulting in our parents dead. Wait, wait! Let me guess... you used that to get pity from Rihito? You think he's worth this trouble?'

Y/n just stared at herself. She was starting to get this nightmare. It was herself talking to herself about her own insecurities and thoughts. Her own thoughts fighting against each other. Herself trying to cover up every bad thing she done.

'H-he's my butler. My best friend.' Y/n softly said, staring at the floor. The Y/n at the table just chuckled.

'What does your "best friend" go most of the times? Why is he hiding stuff? Some best friend...'

'You're bad at guilt tripping herself. Everyone else does it better?' Was all Y/n muttered, trying to not get effected by everything herself at the table is saying.

'Because you let them. It's called "Stockhol Syndrome." But you skip every fucking class so you probally didn't do that homework...' Y/n got off her chair then leaned to the real one before she winked. 'So you will have to learn the hard way.'