The Otsuri home.

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The outside.




The kitchen




Master bedroom



Woe's bedroom.





Living room.





The bathroom.  

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Woe -

Noun:
Great sorrow or distress.
Things that cause sorrow or distress; troubles

Woe walked into her home of three weeks, and past her 'parents' of thirteen years. She walked past them silently, ignoring her Mother's offer of dinner. She walked up the stairs and twoards her bedroom, staring at the western style flooring the bed that accommodated her room. It was more comfortable, she admitted to herself silently. She heard the sound her stomach growling, but she wasn't going to feed it. She did not dine with those people. The strangers downstairs. She sat on her bed and went through her box of random stuff, humming no sound. She looked at a single charm that dangled off her wrist. She abruptly dropped the box, swallowing hard. Woe's eyes rolled back as she fell back on to her bed, convulsing. Her Foster family downstairs did not hear a thing, continuing to drink sake and talk about whether they wanted beef or tofu. They decided on tofu.

 

[Happy Blood Cell]

Woe -

Noun:
Great sorrow or distress.
Things that cause sorrow or distress; troubles

After an hour, Woe stopped convulsing. She slid to the floor, still shaking slightly. She knew her Father would not go to get tofu. He would go down the left side of the street towards the lower end of town to meet a prostitute by the name of Meri. Just in case, Woe looked out her window as his car pulled of the driveway. There was a good chance he would not come home tonight and claim his job called him in. Yumae would believe him undoubtedly. Woe did not know why she cared, but she did in the very back of her mind. She quietly went downstairs and plastered a smile on her face, looking at Yumae. "What is for dinner?" She asked, sounding mildly interested. Yumae smiled, "Tofu." She said, turning and reaching upward towards the pantry for some plates. Woe picked up a fork from the counter, and stabbed it through her foster parent's head. Yumae slumped to the floor, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.
Woe slipped down on to her knees, taking a steak knife and cutting into the woman's flesh, cutting off a squared piece. She raised the chunk of flesh into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the blood covered fork. She swallowed, and continued. Woe stuck the fork into Yumae's eye, and twisted it like a meatball in spaghetti. It popped in her mouth, causing some blood to run down her chin. "Yum." She said plainly. By 1:09 a.m, the entire body was gone. Strangely, Woe did not seem the least bit bloated, the only difference was the dried blood around her mouth, hands and knees. She twisted the head off the flesh-less spine and wrapped it up in tin foil, sticking it in the freezer. She separated the bones into all 206 pieces, putting them into a gift bag that dripped with blood from the bottom. She picked it up and sat it into her foster parents' bedroom, leaving it on the bed. After that, she took a shower and cleaned up the kitchen, washing the dishes and putting them back as if nothing had occurred. Woe then watched some TV, posted on some forums, and went to bed by 3:24 a.m.