Kanami clenched her fist together, and pressed the blade to her wrist. Dots of blood sprung up around her fingers and dripped almost rhythmically onto the wooden floor of her bedroom. She looked up, out of the window, and saw her chain necklace with a cross on it. Suddenly angry, Kanami strode over and threw the necklace on the floor, which upon contact, broke. Why should I believe in God? She thought to herself. God's done nothing for me except take away my Mother, even if God is real. She muttered. Her wrist was red with blood, and she pressed the razor to her wrist once again, trying to find a vein.
Mother... I'll see you again soon.
Then, darkness enveloped the room, and the blade clattered from her hand. The droplet of blood that had slid from her wrist slowed it's fall, and stopped in midair. Kanami, suddenly frightened, looked around the room. Why was something stopping her from seeing her mother again? She could escape everything.
A voice caught the attention of Kanami, and settled on the sight of the girl with pink hair, who was surrounded by light. Kanami squinted her eyes at the girl, before shielding them with her hand so she could try and see the girl better. It didn't work.
"Is this truly how you wish to die little human?
Yes... was Kanami's immediate answer in her head. She wanted to see her mother again, get away from her Father... But... But... Kanami was beginning to have doubts. Would her mother want her to die this way? Would she really, truly...
Kanami stood up from where she sat, and walked over to the table and chairs. She was trembling slightly, and she had bitten the inside of her lip so hard it had started to bleed. Which was, in the current situation, probably not a good idea. "Why shouldn't I wish to die?[i]" She asked her. "[i]My mother's dead, and it's all I can do to get away from my father." She pulled back the chair and sat down gently on it, on the edge of the seat. She sighed, and then asked; "Are you some sort of Shinigami?" Maybe she had already died, and this was what it was like... But she had said she could resume time. Maybe... Maybe not. She looked at the teacup, before shaking hands reached out and took the warm cup, before Kanami realized it was her hands. She sipped at it.
"What...What sort of contract?"