ShinyMaru

Tossing and turning Yuutoko mumbled and whimpered in her sleep. She tried to sprawl out but seeing that she was on the couch she was just kicking against the back of the holey falling apart couch and the air. She let out another whimper as another memory surfaced in her dream. The feeling of the gun in her hands, too heavy for her arms, the weight sapping her strength along with the emotional exhaustion. The white residue from the shotgun staining her fingers and wrists made her itch, but she ignored the feeling as she continued to stare at the three unmoving bodies around her. She heard something behind her, but she was too afraid to look. T