She shuddered, another chuckle escaping her throat. She sniffled again, wiping the tears from her eyes. Hisao was gone, he was in the past. It'd been months since that fateful day, and it'd been months since he stopped coming to school. She'd sent him a letter, but he never responded.
        But, somehow, she'd invested so much time in him. The last time the word "Iwanako" had escaped his throat, it was in his final goodbye to her at the hospital. After that, what happened? Had she gone insane?
        Possibly.
        That damn note. She was going to profess her love for him, and all she ended up doing was ruining him. Oh, yes, she'd heard about his new school. She'd heard about how it catered hand and foot (or lack thereof) to disabled students, and as she stuck her keys in the ignition, she figured she had nothing left to lose.
        Had she taken her pills this morning?
        The bottle sat completely full on her dresser, begging her not to leave the driveway. They kept her normal, kept her sane. They told her it would be okay, that she'd never need to go to Yamaku anyway. As long as she kept taking them, her doctor'd said, she'd get over her stress and be normal again.  She rubbed her temples, trying to clear her fuzzy head of the static. It'd get rid of her other personality, the one Hisao never got a chance to see.
        And as she turned the key, put her hands on the wheel, and pulled out of the driveway, she gave it the reins.
        Had she gone insane?
        Possibly.
        She moved to the passenger seat, twiddling her thumbs as the other Iwanako stole the wheel away, driving her somewhere downtown. Soon this would all be a hazy memory, and she'd be with Hisao. She hated him; she loved him. She wanted to murder him. She wanted to live. She wanted to die. She didn't know what she wanted.
        She didn't know what she wanted she didn't know what she wanted she barely felt the truck as it slammed right into the side of the vehicle, red light screaming at her to stop. Her arm twisted and snapped as metal crunched and broke. She replaced the other Iwanako as all of the pain became real, and she screamed in anguish as bones split and skin split and her brain split and her eyes split open and jelly flowed out of them down her cheeks like the fires of her heart as it burned on and on pointlessly watching as she was thrown into the side of the door as the car rolled onto its roof. The entire scene rewound and fast forwarded and screeched like it was being replayed in her mind on a VCR as she listened to the rain on the underside of the car and felt the blood dripping out of her every orifice as one of her eyes lost its vision and dripped out of its socket like the glass that was lodged deep inside of it. One thought went through her mind as she fell asleep.
        She should have taken her pills.