-‘๑’- Tomie was, in her own matter of opinion, a very calm girl. Stoic to the max, due to the trials and tribulations she had gone through in life— whether that be as the victim, or the victor.

Though, on this day, something as simple as being referred to as a ‘monster’ had sent her into such a spiral that she had begun to split, as if she was a cell gouging its way through mitosis.

She had scattered into a dip of the school’s courtyard, and she clenched her head, eyes wide, with red hot veins shooting through her sclera. She dug her fingers into her hair, screaming and crying out, as a second head began to grow from her own, like a hellish tumor.

“… no no no..!” She shrieked, trying to push the forming clone back into herself, eyes darting around the alley-like dip, trying to find a sharp object— perhaps to remove it.

She had no goons to chop it off for her. Christ..! Why was this happening to early on in this body?